We are about to meet
After what seems like years
I can still see your face
Still taste my tears.
After a sweet embrace
and a long deep kiss
we talk for a time
reacquainting with the prescience I miss
The prescience of your sight
The smell of your perfume
The sight of your body
That I want to consume
We finally arrive
Making our house a home
And I can't still my hands
from wanting to roam
Roam all over your body
Over the clothes I abore
Then kissing your lips
Your neck and more
As we make passionate love
Enjoying each other
And I know there can
never be another.
No one can replace you
It's senseless to try
You have mesmerized my mind
and already own this guy.
You have captured my spirit
Yet willing to let it soar
Knowing I will always return
Always wanting more.
M.A. Pijanowski
April 10, 2014
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
We are about to meet
After what seems like years
I can still see your face
Still taste my tears.
After a sweet embrace
and a long deep kiss
we talk for a time
reacquainting with the prescience I miss
The prescience of your sight
The smell of your perfume
The sight of your body
That I want to consume
We finally arrive
Making our house a home
And I can't still my hands
from wanting to roam
Roam all over your body
Over the clothes I abore
Then kissing your lips
Your neck and more
As we make passionate love
Enjoying each other
And I know there can
never be another.
No one can replace you
It's senseless to try
You have mesmerized my mind
and already own this guy.
You have captured my spirit
Yet willing to let it soar
Knowing I will always return
Always wanting more.
M.A. Pijanowski
April 10, 2014
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