something beautiful in mind, something male in sign,
something to ease the mind, make waves of the divine,
a lover almost beautifully thine
prayers are answered; dreams are shared,
something beautiful that you know we cared.. not simply stared,
studly bearded,
to this beauty we shared; we cared
we bared all; in naked skin
we bring life to love, hearts to the sensual glove,
minds to the feeling of the hand caressing sensual skin,
within
beauty to a dream begun,
stung by the bee we begin; like nettles to pierce the skin,
with a flick within... to the energy we see in,
to sing within...
drifting like the drawing of bows; to tremor...
in the throws of ecstatic intensity.. to drift as flower to the rose divine.
as a rose is cupped in gentle hand,
in this land; we know the peace of our dreams ... driven to flight as birds to sky...
by the energy of the land set to tremor ... the waters to quiver as heart held quiver,
bows set to spring time deliver of minds driven mad by desire...
most surely in thy hands learn to quiver,
hearts to splinter as they shiver,
minds to kneel before they deliver... in expectancy ....
to deliver the rain to a dry parched lip; to thirst so to hunger for deliverance.
coming to the shifting of sands ... drifting as jewels upon lovers eyes ...
in final ecstasy ... to cum,
lips quivering; to the youthful dreamy kiss.
surrendered to joy; to splendour the loving know.
DL
something to ease the mind, make waves of the divine,
a lover almost beautifully thine
prayers are answered; dreams are shared,
something beautiful that you know we cared.. not simply stared,
studly bearded,
to this beauty we shared; we cared
we bared all; in naked skin
we bring life to love, hearts to the sensual glove,
minds to the feeling of the hand caressing sensual skin,
within
beauty to a dream begun,
stung by the bee we begin; like nettles to pierce the skin,
with a flick within... to the energy we see in,
to sing within...
drifting like the drawing of bows; to tremor...
in the throws of ecstatic intensity.. to drift as flower to the rose divine.
as a rose is cupped in gentle hand,
in this land; we know the peace of our dreams ... driven to flight as birds to sky...
by the energy of the land set to tremor ... the waters to quiver as heart held quiver,
bows set to spring time deliver of minds driven mad by desire...
most surely in thy hands learn to quiver,
hearts to splinter as they shiver,
minds to kneel before they deliver... in expectancy ....
to deliver the rain to a dry parched lip; to thirst so to hunger for deliverance.
coming to the shifting of sands ... drifting as jewels upon lovers eyes ...
in final ecstasy ... to cum,
lips quivering; to the youthful dreamy kiss.
surrendered to joy; to splendour the loving know.
DL
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