When my baby's web of Whispers
screams I love you in my ear,
it echos through grey matted cranium
sending messages ear to ear.
My synapse snapping,
and gravity collapsing,
a host to the sensual,
muti-dimentional..
no such word as fear.
It really slays me
when I see it disappear.
When we make love my ego burns in effigy sending naked stars to fall.
there is nowhere I'd rather be,
it's a natural born lover's ball.
Candles kissing the air, flickering flame of release, total estacy,
it's not just *** to me, a forgiving rush of peace,
I stand in wait, waiting for your call,
oh will the feeling never cease...
No four-way flashing, not only fore-play happening,
no yield sign to stop me now.
Like a gold mine, she'll be tappin' me,
yes, right in the kisser pow!
My baby is drama free... if anyone creates confusion that would be me.
Everything is oh so fine,
yes, I'm hers and she's mine.
It is one slipping
shift on into the sublime.
That's the way i want it
not exactly every ones cup of tea
still, she brings it on for me.
© 2013
This is a work in progress and is subject to much change. Lord knows what the final piece will look like.
12/12/12...last time we see triple digits for a date. This may very well be complete.
13/12/12. Still going.