horus821 Jun 2003

The whispering wind spoke our names,
and what if fate listened?
As those two bodies glistened.
Two lips kissing by crackling twigs,
and toasty split flames.
What if I were stroking your spine,
with smoother of fingers?
Touching you in broken rhymes of spontaneity.
That beg you come play with me.
Where sensation lingers
nocturnally.

Beauty, they say, is skin deep.
So I must kiss you from outside in.
Until you scream, and find your dreams spent
relaxing to fein collapsable satasfaction.

I'll be stretching you completely.
So your body winds right.
Kissing you indiscreetly 'till you feel just me.
'till the moon yields waning
Into a sun that knows no night.

Stroking your hair violently,
Whilst oscillating silently.
Waiting for your crime to be.
Some said thing to crave and profile
If it helps the moment,
I'll say "I love you".
If this attraction proves too hot
No one shall tire, but you when green lights stop.

The twirling fans shadow.
Cooling sweat on a well worked man.
I'll kiss the pink off your lips,
and crawl me a wildfire between your hips,
and then in the morning I'll request a name.
To do it again all day and retain
This is no illusion, but if I'm wrong,
please do not say
Just carnal chess in full fusion
Let our bodies play.