Floating in clouds,
embracing the demulcent touch,
downy kisses to my flesh.
My tresses wispy and wild,
from the moist air that rushes through me,
encircling me.
I am blanketed in serenity.
She flutters close,
my heart beats match her rhythm.
My lips can feel the pattering vibrations of her wings,
brushing, stroking, calming....

Passionate are the lips that conquer mine,
soft, sultry heat,
no barriers,
no walls,
no stones to cast upon my soul,
from time,
we steal moments,
just to feel...
Kiss my lips.
Savor my taste.
The softness of my lips,
the warmth it emanates,
the sweetness of my breath,
against yours,
raising the intensity,
brushing lightly,
tongue to moist tongue,
lips devoured
as I suckle a bit,
then ever so slightly
brushing lips across lips,
teasing, taunting, tasting
your essence in every drip.
Breathe me in,
my scent mingles with yours
an organic trip,
where home is defined as your remedy,
your escape lingers upon my lips.

Madness.
The only way to love.
Love with the strength of a thousand,
give until life bursts forth new meanings, new horizons left for you to discover.

Venture,
into my mad mind,
where sanity is pitied,
the mercy of my touch makes you tremble.
The bareness of my skin is not seen,
it is felt, explored, devoured.

Remember,
and I will appear,
voluptuous curves of mocha satin,
to trace, to taste, to savor.
raven black hair to run fingers through,
to grasp, to grab urgently as passion soars beyond madness...

Come into,
My World.

Silently
~I gasped for air~

Sapient for stagnant water to flow from unwanted eyes.
He could not see,
he could not hear,
each syllable a lash from his serrated tongue,
a jagged edge produced gaping tears...
A shredded heart lie whole within an acidic cauldron
as it plunged into the depths of my softened soul.


Then, he said good bye...

I never spoke a word.