.
I could kiss your lips through the words of a rhyme,
letters delivered with tender exquisite affection,
each syllable a moisture drop on delicate lips,
velvet verse licking porcelain, tasting perfection.

Stanzas saturated with the metaphors of love,
dripping salaciously upon your excited sighs,
I could kiss your lips through the words of a rhyme
as they glisten like a jewel between your thighs.


© Pagan Paul (20/02/18)

I am YOURS
The thought of you touching me make my skin crave.  
I can no longer pretend that I don’t need you
I need all of you every single cell
My being craves for yours
No man has ever had me OPEN
Its not just *** between us  
I have your soul  
I have your heart  
I have your being
Your complete and total being
I have you OPEN  
This thing we have created has become more than I could ever have imagined
Master is what you are
***** is what I am
This feeling I am feeling has got me ummmm I can’t explain it, but I love it
My body my soul I can’t live without you I don’t know what all of it meant its nothing like  
The meaning I dreamt of it so much brighter so much clearer so much warmer  
This has my mind open to possibilities beyond this realm  
I am scared that I won’t be enough for your nature
I need to be yours  
I need to be yours
I can’t with no other  
I am yours

Unfamiliar face, with your touch that melts so warm.

Foreign bodies with the same intention, wanting more.

Exchanging breaths instead of words,
No expectations to be heard..

Lines blurred.

Asking nothing but a moment of euphoric selfless bliss

Just thrusts of lustful passion
with pain and pleasure in its midsts

  Subtleness.

As we continue to succumb this yearning, pure desire..

this stranger doesn't feel so strange,
like a flame amidst the fire.


-Bobbie Leigh