domingo, 8 de fevereiro de 2009

Here...



Muttered words
blood is hot
hard to breathe
harder to stop...
heart beats fast
mouth is dry
hands are shaking
I cannot tell a lie...
Eyes are shut
Drunk with lust
skin is tingling
Yearning your touch...
Clock is ticking
yet time sits still
it slowly bends
to my lover's will...
A warm embrace
pulls you near
your voice
destroys my fear...
Heart revives
feelings awry.
Your wet kiss
brings a sigh...
Head is dazed
sleep is near
It's ok,
You're here...

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