****, alluring Petting, purring your eyes your smile .... been awhile sundressed caressed turquoise dreams silent screams sweet perfume dreaming looms dance 'round... lovely sounds come in close need a dose... don't take eyes or try to pry my hands off of you
my boy blue loving true sigh I try... said I wouldn't, couldn't shouldn't do it ... blew it I did it again not JUST friends getting drink by kitchen sink on the brink drunken .... sunken loving you tonight feeling right your gentle hands **** man
as we move in a groove wanna fly.... no goodbyes touching skin... moving in red lipstick did the trick your here
so queer I look... a crook theif in the night a delight the empty waiting paper perhaps I thought a caper beckoning my wanting haunting skin as we begin lean into kiss... can't miss
a fulfilled wish puckered fish waiting lips & fingertips.... seducing, reducing breaking shaking inhibitions down drown... i n g writing, fighting burning, learning I am stuck thunderstruck frightning lightning so exciting a giant puddle of ink... you think you can make me take me.. then forsake me? leave me bearing after sharing seductive words still unheard my point of inspiration doubting in frustration bleeding... needing just another
started this for fun yesterday and I never know where the stuff is going or where it came from really... errr yeah. Metaphorically speaking... point of inspiration- person.. place or thing? Was about writing poetry though thoughts, what you think?... hmmmm....food for thought anyway! Have a beautiful day!