La Mirada mas intensa, rosando me la piel....
ojitos tan hermosos, sus labios dulces con sabor a miel...
Su voz, su sonrisa , su sentido del humor...
suavecito y dulcesito mi mielesito encantador....
I want to make that journey
from your knees to
your hips again-
it was always my favorite route.
colored of oats,
and each road
I know like the back of my hand.
With my destination in sight,
it's getting more humid
by the inch.
I want to feel
my lips against your lips
skin against skin
hands wandering on your
careful and slowly
kiss me passionately
& love me deep.
promise me that you will love me forever.
We both were aboriginals.
Knowing nothing but to rely on primal instincts, we only knew how to devour. Using tactics on how to conquer each other as if beguiled by omniscience.
Carnal instincts propagate as we continue to intertwine our own bodies, matching each other’s cadence. Not even Clausius nor Thomson or even Carnot could determine the Temperature that both our bodies emit.
Lost in the heat of the moment, we continue to confront in sensual interaction, as if taken a drug that took us high.
We both let out melodious keys that resound symphonically. As if tranqualized, we lay there, our bare skin covered in sparkling translucent sweat. Our eyes coincide, within them, a faint trace of sweetness mixed with heat and love. Our cheeks, colored like plump cherries on early spring.
Lastly we close our eyes and drift within the dreamland. Guided by Hypnos himself, we transverse the foreign land, with nothing but the burning memory that made us melt like candlesticks that once held a majestic flame.
Beckon to me
and call me over-
I want to be seduced
into forgetting just
how lost I am
Hands playing around
Skin touching abound
Craving for some connection
Hissing of secret conversations
More of this flare
Lingering of each other's perfume
Mimicking and smelling
Tension on the roll
Are you in?
Are we doing it?
Love just say it
Do you want me
Do you crave for me
an empty bed
and the lights turned down
is the perfect recipe
for you and me
When they say love is blind
it is not a euphenism to justify your lover
being aesthetically displeasing.
Most of us dont fall in love with ogre's
who rescue us from barren castles.
What they mean to tell you is that
Prince Charming is who will take away your sight.
Love is synonymous with being blind.
Too caught up in his dreamy eyes
to ever break your gaze.
His lushes hair weaves perfectly in
between your fingers as you tug on it.
You will close your eyes and allow his lips ravish yours.
Closed your eyes shall remain as the bright crimson cloth waves in the wind,
you will mistake the sound for your heart beating faster.
The taste of his lips will linger only for a brief moment on your tongue,
don't be fooled by this taste,
ethylene glycol is a sweet poison.
I know it has been a while since I had posted anything but live has been rather busy lately and it took some time to find inspiration to write again