scented cup

to be or not to be, to see or to know of thee, who in the moment has been the lover in the cinnamon eye..

to twinkle as stars in the eyes of dragons, the motions of the cinema ... emotions that rise above nations,

to salute the stars when you know that no man has seen what you have; within the busting gush,
an emotional storm in the brewers dark fermented cup,

to drink; to have drunk from the eyes behind the cannon eye
sex, lies and video tape

to wed the dark; as come what may.. eyes looking ravenously to devour devotions, that for a mind most set to burn a passion, fermented.. to dream in jagged breat, to speak in sighs and whispers, lovers move against the dark... hand in hand .. a bow within the earp, the sound of silent drumming hearts, lips quivering as legs shake into the compassion of heart felt desire and love

so do my hands move, to sweep away frost and tears, driftin the lip to a whispered retreat in the ocean's of the mind.. heart busting with energy, livid fire filling hand with need.

the busting dam; the damaged ego .. the distressed and hear made desire..
unfurling song to the arch of the back the bow strung,

hands meeting mind to caress even the most frosty emotions into the oblivion..
the moment erect; proud in the wind, to the quivering of parted and kissing lip; kissing tongue.

to meet as we do, before the cracking fire; warm beyond measure to the caress of hidden hands, our lips kissing; our hands emotionally involved in the twirl of an evening's heated fray...

to dream of love with you, the scented bust.

be slow,
take a gentleman's time about your time with her for her heart is slow to open and her lips to melt to your kiss..

melted wax runs most hot between your thighs,
as lips dance, to the mind's silent lover.

(c)DL