In this desert
I touch the ocean within,
here where I abandon all plans,
I spend hours watching cloud formations
of flowers blooming violet, red.
I travel to the sanctuary of the soul
each morning, sit silent
at the altar of dawn.

Solomon.

Rubies and sapphires
Rolled off your tongue,
Long legs and crimson lips,
Abysmally endless,
Muscled stallions and mares,
To take you everywhere,
Sweet and delicious,
Anything you taste,
Alexander would've bowed,
They could call you Midas,
With fingers of gold,

Solomon,
You asked for wisdom,
Man of God
He gave you the world.

it is important to let the person whom you
wish to give your affection to know that
they are the one you dream about at night and
only wish to show your desires to.
the way I communicate is through my body,
for all of my touches and the sway if my hips mean
more than your mind could ever imagine.
if you think about it, you'll realize that
the smoothness of my fingertips as they
caress your bare chest means that I
want to feel what your gorgeous heartbeat
has to say to me whenever I touch you.
you must know what my kisses mean by now,
for you blush every time I give you one.
and my eyes? while they may not physically touch you,
they do their best to connect with each and every part of you,
including your mind. they wish to let every single crevice of you know
that I am here, and that I wish to feel you in ways you could never
imagine.

I know I have a way with words, but
sometimes it's just best to leave it up to my body and touches to
show you the rest.