The breeze passes though your toes, lips press yours into a compress of compassion..
Your fire alight upon lips of honey dew
Into silken sheets beckons your hand ... i dance a lover upon thy hand .. moving into depths of sifting sand
Moving to your lips .. the salt of the sweat,
A kiss to erect the monument for your moments of pleasure..
Dancing as you shall in my arm's caress
Thy lips compress upon my neck, my hand strides the soft bow of thy thigh ...
My arm the strength of thy back.. thy hand cups my chin,
Thou layeth upon me thy kiss most gentle
Even ast thou speak, a whisper fills thy spine
Thy lips caress me, possessing the strength to rise to the storm ..
The whisper of winds; The movement of bodies in sand to the cusp of thy breast
Errect the lips of thy image in paradise, press thy lips to my skin - the silken glitter,
The smouldering caress .. drift into the night in my hands - cupped as gently about thee as a gentle breeze
To ease the sound of thunder,
The glide of the silken mesh into which we slide with intimate ease
To point even the tool in the hands of the intimate master
Simply to celibate the moment that passes with the flood of sun light on oil
Surrender to the movement of light; even the shadows fall to the quenching of the flower seed
To drifting thoughts, to drifting desires ..
The seeds of many flowers fly.. alight they the hands that move in darkness unto the warmth of the candle flame.
Cherish the heat; the warmth of that soft kiss in the sand; A moon to light the lips that kiss every movement of thy hand
Alight your hand upon the grass; to caress the smooth spring of a hand full of joy - the rose bud of a gentle surprise
