many a day i had sought her
my mind open as the dandy lion seed floating in air
her heart you see spoke words ...
spoken through the air it was not much... to say
more the words her heart did speak ...
one electric i seek to keep , words a mind speaks deep
arm in arm we jostle for space
her heart a rose in bed we keep
a room full of strangers to a passion deep
in her arms i keep her wings about me
in moon light we walk in spirit
two pairs of lips pressed together , tongues caress
thumping hearts meet lip to lip , tremors possessing no time
a place of light behind her eyes , her hand's caress between my thighs
motions hidden her fingers in mine ... entwining the singing sun
my hand crosses her hips my fingers tinkle her naval my thumb on her belly lip
circle the moon lit island with my lips ... her sighs an infinity temptation
heart full love i whisper my mind in a cocoon , feather filled pillows of the mind
almost unknowing i kiss her nipples , they glisten in the moon light
*oh how her eyes do glitter the pink of her nipple spiky vanilla scented to the heart of man*
her lips caress my arm ; her tongue tip riding my skin...
my finger tip between her lips ,
softly bitten
my arm encircles her abdomen from behind , my thumb stroking her belly button softly
sensually .. delightfully free
my lips caress hers her tongue sliding across my upper lip
*warm intimate sound we make the air a passion*
*loving air*
my fingers slip over her back my fingers press her shoulder blades ...
firm caresses down her spine....
*what is she to me but creature divine*
*what he to me this moment potent air*
*the hearts thunder*
a caress of air the lips she presses to my arm
my hearts against her back ,
*we feel the quiver*
*souls without end for being in each other*
the very tip of my finger caresses her fold's , circling her pinkness wet and succulent.. ;-)
her heart thundering not in her chest but on my fingers in simple creamy rhythm.
her hand does wonder between my thighs , her fingers encircling ...
*enticing my embers*
*hot and proud*
*as a singing bird proud*
my palm caresses her thigh , my fingers wet my thumb folding her inner lips ...
a hot rush of smoky cinnamon fills the air with her musk ,
*her scent my soul's memory her place between my heart ; my thighs*
she rides on my lap ... she slides me in ... she feels my stiffness my desire..
can barely breath..
*the rose is but a dream*
*the memory*
*the thorn*
