   doesn't give himself in surrender, doesn't yield and fall, from fatigue, from dead weight, as water falls by the law of rain, downward, certain prey of the obscure grave of the soil. The one I love gives himself as a conqueror, conquering himself, leaping from his freedom impelled by desire, desire for love, gushing forth, a fountain, or heron flying, or sprung - the arrow - victorious over his pain, upward, reaching the sky.  making me tremble and sob and shake; and you are there on the receiving end sharing this rush of body ache. I want you so badly that I could cry, needing your touch deep inside of me. Sleep will not come to me, wide awake, unfulfilled yet burning to be. Nights without slumber, I without you. The smell of longing in the air. I want you baby, lost in my pillows, wanting your hands to stroke me there. You steal all my kisses to your lips, draping my thighs around your waist, ripping my panties and tossing them aside, lowering your head to take a taste. Hands clawing at sheets, rapture of soul. I cannot control this body surge. Thoughts lost in the whirlwind of desire, impulses are ruled by this body urge. My bed is a battle ground, body vs. soul. I am burning in this unquenchable desire; and listening to you, I touch myself and touch upon me some conscious fire. You enter the temple, my wet, warm walls. I welcome you, sweet, sweet, sweet! I cannot forget you, my maddening moves. I am lost in the rhythm, the rhyme, the beat. And did you know, you consume the nectar? Yes, in my mind, you lick upon this; and when you're done, you lay down upon me, holding me close and drowning me within your kiss.  you embrace me with your love, mending the heart, its broken string, setting it high in heaven above. You kiss away sorrow's dark chains, letting them fall in dust to lie. Love is all that yet remains, no more heartache and no more cry. How I adore your beautiful face! I just love to speak your name. We dance the stars that drift in space. We are fire, the sun, the same. Love makes the canopy of our bed. Your lips upon my silken lips. I pull you closer, your bowing head, and am lost in this body eclipse. Drink my love from my throbbing fount. Hold me tight and never let go. Come, lie upon me, my passionate mount and let me melt beneath you like snow.          |