Kiss me and you’ll remember just how beautiful it can be when our lips touched it’s almost as though it were some oral obligation that our lips should meet our tongues, the tongues of dragons should touch so delicately.
Hold me and I’ll you recall just how wonderful it is when our arms locked I feel the power of ten hundred Herculean lovers supporting the temple of passion our fingers, the fingers of surgeons should entwine so gently.
Teach me and recount the magic we have found this weekend when our lives exploded your words are the knowledge of one ‘chronologically advantaged' and the years, years of study your words, words of uncertainty should engage my perception
Love me and reveal to yourself the years of ******* oppression when our hearts meet we will know what it is to be as one as two can become while in the deep of the deepest of all raptures our bodies, our bodies of sensitivity should meet so gently.
Kiss me… Hold me… Teach me… Love me …. Kiss me….
Ahh when love was new and each kiss a **** good reason for another. The exploration of what might be and what could become. The reality of the moment with promise of future.