As we lay spooned, the smooth caress of your body dips into unison with my hips as if we're intertwined in time and we make slow rotations in rhythmic formations simulating love making

Then my lips press dense to your neck and the scent you present becomes combined with mine and you take each of your breaths with every ****, bite, caress my lips have left. As you turn your body around to face me, though we can't see I can feel your eyes gleam and the steam of our passion reside in my sheets

And my hands slowly run up the sides of your frame and feel for the tip of your ****** and squeeze ever so gentle as you wince at the  sensation of your breast as the catalyst for the creation of heat in your sweet crease.

Then I trail sweet kisses along the length of your ear, softly ******* the lobe and a single probe of my tongue inside your hearing hole makes your hips raise from my bed frame.

Your natural call says it all and you lead my head low but I pause to embrace and graze in your womanly hills. My lips perch on your ****** and **** soft then hard rifts of chords sheet music couldn't even record as I play in tune to you and your needs my tongue meets and retreats in a rapid repeat against your **** and your private parts begin to pulsate with anticipation of coexisting relations with mine.

In time I make sure to graze and embrace each of your womanly hills and the thrill that chills me as you claw my back and wrap your gravity around me pulling down, down.

Here I find myself at the valley of your mountains where I want to dive into your lake but I don't dare to taste with out making my trail to the peak and back down to where you leak sweetly. So I allow my tongue to trace licks of alphabets and soft nips from my teeth sealed with the kiss of my lips trailing wide across your inner thighs to the fold of your knee and trail kisses back down slowly.

You can call it teasing, but I'm pleasing you as I'm breathing you in and out letting my warm whisp slip over your **** and your legs split open with yearning for my long awaited sip so I part your lips before I grip each of your thighs and pin them aside.

You welcome me into your pink dream with the lift of your hips to the tip of my tongue as I open my lips and let my tongue trace a flick from the top of your prepuce to the tip of your **** as I **** firmly on your sweet drips in tandem to the flicking licks my tongue emits.

Deep in your gut you start to feel a fluster that thrusts thru you sending you numb, I say "babe, ***" as I continue my quest and your breaths tremor and your legs give out in a fit of quivering weakness as your body collapse as you reach your ******.

I let your body rest before laying spooned with you as your body dips into unison with my hips as if we're intertwined in time and we make slow rotations in rhythmic formations simulating love making all over again

As the aches of sadness quake and shake me
I lie awake trying not make that mistake again
That mistake that left these holes in my skin
The mistake that cost me a lifetime of shame
The mistake that I'm still too embarrassed to claim
That mistake that forces me to cover with sleeves
That mistake that's so permanent and never leaves
That mistake I'd make when I just needed a friend
The mistake I said I'd never make again
Yet each time a tear drips past my chin
I remember the chair I used to sit in
I'd remember the edge pressed on my wrist
I think of the hand balled in a fist
I think of me thinking of dropping the edge
I think of me thinking of jumping the ledge
I remember that I would choose to press deep
I think of the blood and how it would seep
I remember how warm it was as it fell
If it was blood or tears, how I couldn't tell
I think of the night I trashed the edge
And to myself I made a pledge
From this night on if sadness quakes
And upside down my world shakes
Then I will bow down on my knees
And ask the Lord for purity, please
So now when I'm sad, the mistakes not an option
I vowed to God and I know he's watching

I want our friendship to bloom.
Grow like ivy on trees and around chimneys.
I want our love to soar.
Fly high like shooting stars in the dark night sky.
I want our bond to flourish.
Thrive like bamboo in an everlasting dry spell.
I want us to break up.
So all of this could be possible.
Because we would be better off as friends.

Passing time
By passing        12        Time passes
Pass me by             |                 Passes by
Find life to                 |                  By passing
Me to find    9              /              3    Passing life
To pass me               /                  Life happens
Happen to                                Happens by
You happen       6          By passing
Passing you

Your soul
A place all your own
But meets light at opening of
Your beautiful brown eyes that only
Can be stared into for moments
At a time for the beauty
within is blinding