Embrace in the Cove
You take me to a land divine;
Where loveprevail and hearts entwine.
Under the moon by the bay;as I feel you;
as we embrace each other;
lips to lips, tounge over tounge hand in hand;
hearts beating as one
Your sweat becomes my water
I begin to thirst.
My mouth moves to your fountain as I drink my full;
Drinking you empty, sucking your dry;
rolling my tounge to your precious spot;
kissing it lightly.
You fill me.
My thirst is complete.
I lay on my back to see the mirror we call stars.
Such a clear night for a sinful act.
You crawl up my body and tell me each part you kiss:
" I kiss your feet; for they are the foundation of beatuy.
I kiss your ankles; fore they tell your weak points.
I kiss your calves;
milky smoothness, lets me feel the way to your trophy.
Your thighs, I kiss them slowly, making sure I get every sensous inch.
The wet trail of my tounge leading to your trophy that stands for triumph;
for haste, love, insercurties, and freedom."
I close my eyes and descend in that tranquility and desudation you bring
I reach for the stars asking them to mirror us forever
.
I can hear the confluence running off in the distance;
a pounding, a beating, overpowers the water.
You are my confiscator!
You make me into a vessel of an incendiary bomb; you strike that fire within me.
You spell the words: I CHERISH YOU on my cove.
I convulse into a thousand screams.
My heart slowing down; my body rising;
my moans softer....
softer.....softer....
fading now.
I arch to greet your handsome face; trembling on the edge.
I alighted;
locking my legs around your stength.
Now, the sky turns amaranthine as it rains white;
that glistens in the moonlight.
You are far from amelioration; You are already perfect.
Thrown words; heated gasps, thrashings of flesh the trembling worsens;
My heart runs.
The moans turns into loud cries of utter extasy.
Your erotogenic tounge delights me, excites me and mounts me.
You, my conqueor have won my trophy.
For I do not have to say
All my actions have spoken for this night
Bonded by reason
Given into treason
Lusting for pleasure
Feeling every measure
inch by inch
touch for touch
How I pine for you so every much...
