I ache, ravenously hungry
for the soothing balm of our
throbbing bodies, coming together
in a shameless tango of
pure, tantric bliss
"I love you" gasped in a
beautiful staccato from your tender lips
and settled gracefully in the crook of
my flowering hips
My burning tears could never
match the inferno of your embrace;
my moonlight was helpless to
illuminate your darkened gaze
Why should we become numb
to the loss of love, when love
is all there is?
Though I don't see you anymore,
I still can taste your kiss....
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
I ache, ravenously hungry
for the soothing balm of our
throbbing bodies, coming together
in a shameless tango of
pure, tantric bliss
"I love you" gasped in a
beautiful staccato from your tender lips
and settled gracefully in the crook of
my flowering hips
My burning tears could never
match the inferno of your embrace;
my moonlight was helpless to
illuminate your darkened gaze
Why should we become numb
to the loss of love, when love
is all there is?
Though I don't see you anymore,
I still can taste your kiss....
