The Dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they will never meet.

 

Friday, March 11, 2011

Friday, 11.3.2011








































My love, will you please come for me?
My heart’s consumed, I need your sound.
To cradle your motion with my mouth.
Wanting your warmth back and forth.


Not letting you go and only holding on.
There’s no power that can express the delight,
No possible way to make clear my pleasure.
Language has no expression to describe the joy.


Of your nectar on my tongue,
The word ‘luscious’ is completely inadequate.
Your hair touching my nose is ecstasy.
I beg for the flavor of your wine.


My cheeks crave your satin silk.
Ravish me with your lips.
Smother me inside my mouth.
Drench me in your liqueur.


I don’t even want to breathe..
Your jewel is like the flower opening.
To inhale the aroma of your bouquet.
My lips pressed against your flesh.


Such a warm and longing sweet kiss.
Much more intense then your mouth,
It's your intense kiss.

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