It's the beat
that flows through you to me,
that insatiable pounding of our bodies,
up and down, breath is heavy and you look at me with a smile
all the while
i cannot trace my face
i have lost composition and control
you now hold the key to my ecstacy
it's beautiful, comfort in every movement
I shy away afraid of my own body, but you hold tight,
sure of your actions
a look of pride upon your face
nestled too deep in comfort
I let myself do,
not think but act,
not for an instant hold back
that which I hesitate flies.
the OO and AHH flitter to me
compliments on a new spectrum of language
We communicate through touch
never deceiving or tricking
you are opening me,
finding me
in a new place known
as vulnerable
I have yet to be sure if this is wise
but my eyes
can see that you with me is good,
this dance is free and flowing and
filled with peace and reprimand
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:25 PM UTC
It's the beat
that flows through you to me,
that insatiable pounding of our bodies,
up and down, breath is heavy and you look at me with a smile
all the while
i cannot trace my face
i have lost composition and control
you now hold the key to my ecstacy
it's beautiful, comfort in every movement
I shy away afraid of my own body, but you hold tight,
sure of your actions
a look of pride upon your face
nestled too deep in comfort
I let myself do,
not think but act,
not for an instant hold back
that which I hesitate flies.
the OO and AHH flitter to me
compliments on a new spectrum of language
We communicate through touch
never deceiving or tricking
you are opening me,
finding me
in a new place known
as vulnerable
I have yet to be sure if this is wise
but my eyes
can see that you with me is good,
this dance is free and flowing and
filled with peace and reprimand
