To be still in one moment
Where two hearts, together make one whole..
Where I bless his eyes
As the dawn caresses the sky, and
Whisper sweet my name against his lips, breathless
Lays my heart-skin, awaiting the drink of his tenderness,
Echoes in the quiet...
Skin sensations pressed soft against
A soft hypnotic night's breath... I hear it carried by the winds...
and I am swept downriver in a maelstrom of memory and ache...
Warm scents musk a timeless aphrodisiac, as
I dream in bare skin, my urgent pulse beating,
Fluttering endlessly...
To the place where he seeks me,
Touching my breath,
Reaching inside my heart to the corners where I breathe,
Pinning me beneath his pleasure
Senseless and nirvanic...
Strummed in the rhythm...
Of slow hands...
Hands warm and seeking, unfolding
Within urgent whispers;
Sacred moments slip into timeless joy;
Where midnight hides behind moon-shadows
Cradling the syllables of our deepest ache,
In the fire that whispers through us...
Breath,
Tangible as a caress...
Tangles in the flow,
Swaying beneath shadows...his smile, the only temptation
I ever needed, wraps tightly around
My nakedness;
There is passion in the way he smiles,
The heavy lids of his yearning eyes gather me into the heart of him,
An endless spiral...piercing my heart...burning my soul...
While whispers tumble
Surrounding me within the sanctity of his emotions
Awaiting the feed of my lips....
Lips swollen and bruised; awaiting
Amatorial sin, pounding aloud,
Warmth spreads, lusting for love, while
Kisses nibble the desires of tomorrow;
Freeing me hot and dewy
Beneath the circles of his tongue,
******* pierced with the ripening ache of warm breath,
A graze of teeth, absorbing the sensation of
A lava heat flow, molten moisture
Upon sinned skin....
The arch of my back
The touch of his fingers...........breathtakingly slow
Pulsing desire through me;
I Lay my mouth down
And prepare a slow dance to traipse hot along cooled
flesh;
Oh how he quiver-throbs!
Moaning my name as his fingers press me firm against him,
Pounding rhythms that mock my heartbeat,
Where the moon finds me arching in the moan of my sighs....
Delicately fierce, his
Fire rages through me,
As whispers plead upon the long, slow,
Wet lick, relentless under
The silent cry of surging tides
And I moan within the scorching growls of his flesh
Whispering incoherent mumblings
Falling against me, to tremble flesh to flesh,
To satiate not the momentary quivering flames,
But all the self and soul of love;
To be still in one moment,
Where two hearts, together make one whole............
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
To be still in one moment
Where two hearts, together make one whole..
Where I bless his eyes
As the dawn caresses the sky, and
Whisper sweet my name against his lips, breathless
Lays my heart-skin, awaiting the drink of his tenderness,
Echoes in the quiet...
Skin sensations pressed soft against
A soft hypnotic night's breath... I hear it carried by the winds...
and I am swept downriver in a maelstrom of memory and ache...
Warm scents musk a timeless aphrodisiac, as
I dream in bare skin, my urgent pulse beating,
Fluttering endlessly...
To the place where he seeks me,
Touching my breath,
Reaching inside my heart to the corners where I breathe,
Pinning me beneath his pleasure
Senseless and nirvanic...
Strummed in the rhythm...
Of slow hands...
Hands warm and seeking, unfolding
Within urgent whispers;
Sacred moments slip into timeless joy;
Where midnight hides behind moon-shadows
Cradling the syllables of our deepest ache,
In the fire that whispers through us...
Breath,
Tangible as a caress...
Tangles in the flow,
Swaying beneath shadows...his smile, the only temptation
I ever needed, wraps tightly around
My nakedness;
There is passion in the way he smiles,
The heavy lids of his yearning eyes gather me into the heart of him,
An endless spiral...piercing my heart...burning my soul...
While whispers tumble
Surrounding me within the sanctity of his emotions
Awaiting the feed of my lips....
Lips swollen and bruised; awaiting
Amatorial sin, pounding aloud,
Warmth spreads, lusting for love, while
Kisses nibble the desires of tomorrow;
Freeing me hot and dewy
Beneath the circles of his tongue,
******* pierced with the ripening ache of warm breath,
A graze of teeth, absorbing the sensation of
A lava heat flow, molten moisture
Upon sinned skin....
The arch of my back
The touch of his fingers...........breathtakingly slow
Pulsing desire through me;
I Lay my mouth down
And prepare a slow dance to traipse hot along cooled
flesh;
Oh how he quiver-throbs!
Moaning my name as his fingers press me firm against him,
Pounding rhythms that mock my heartbeat,
Where the moon finds me arching in the moan of my sighs....
Delicately fierce, his
Fire rages through me,
As whispers plead upon the long, slow,
Wet lick, relentless under
The silent cry of surging tides
And I moan within the scorching growls of his flesh
Whispering incoherent mumblings
Falling against me, to tremble flesh to flesh,
To satiate not the momentary quivering flames,
But all the self and soul of love;
To be still in one moment,
Where two hearts, together make one whole............
Stars shine, tangled between the constellations of skin....smooth tattoos traced, lingering with definitive grace...against the moon....my head, pressed against your chest, as fragments rupture inside...over your throat, to rest on your tongue in anticipation....before spilling to weave in my waiting hair, lingering in your breath, cleansing the quiet of my sleep...... J
