Cruel times, cruel hearts of fighters
Going to death under the orders of the fathers,
For the blood that binds them,
Both the brothers who fell and friends still alive,

Brutal century, cruel eyes of the war,
Staring with soulless of Satan on the human world,
Yeah heard journalists huskiness news,
Yes does not relieve a state of alarm of the soldiers ' mothers,
What are waiting for years for news of the children.

Is it possible the war to stop?
All sufferers to give a lot?
Blow out fires, bridges to restore?

But the smell of blood strong for the sharks,
Give no rest, so sweet it is.

I'm not smooth.
I cannot ****** you with a look,
For uncertainty steals the set of my lips that would invite yours.
I cannot lead you with my voice,
For huskiness eludes me, as does breath.
I cannot sell you with my body,
For it knows not the boldness I would need.
But with words I can stare you down,
I can make you shiver, unflinchingly,
I can honey the air with longing.
With words I am a new thing,
I am lithe as they are, I am sultry as they are, I am powerful
As they are.
Words are my home. Please come in.

Don't ask me what I see in him because
I do not know the answer to that question,
It's the way he says my name ,
the way he brings out every vowel and consonant.
It is the huskiness in his voice,
the melody in his tone.
It may be the way he smiles,
how his lips curve when he opens his mouth,
how his lips feel when they press against mine.
No, It's his compelling eyes,
they seem to get me to do anything he pleases
like, going down on my knees and...
Yeah, it's his hands,
the feeling I get when they brush against my skin.
it is his arms.
The way he holds me tight
when I'm feeling down or cold.
it is probably his scent
the way I can smell him from a distance
and then get all jumpy inside.
It is how he makes me come,
over on Friday nights and we watch movies
even though he knows how much I hate movies.
It is because he asks me how I'm doing
and actually cares.
It is the way he tickles me
and it actually does not hurt.
It is actually because he makes me feel alive.
He makes me feel like I'm human.

Tightly
Let your arms around me firmly take refuge as they flee from the cold of the night
Let them take solace in the beautiful folds of my back as the warmth of my body welcomes you home
Tenderly
Let your hands warm trace every curve of my body and me for you a living lesson of human anatomy
Let them caress and hold and pinch to the satisfaction of their curiosity and at this my body quiver and shudder from utter satisfaction
Sweetly
Let the huskiness of your voice sing sweet melodies to my aching heart
Let your "Hie love" be the harmony of a thousand Nightingales as my mind disappears in the sound of your tales of your great conquest in the land of occupation
Softly
Let your lips gently explore the pulsing of my neck and as my eyes I close force them open with the cinnamon apple taste of your lips on mine
Let our tongues then dance to the rhythm of the songs only our minds know as they do the salsa and Waltz and let our bodies dance along
Let your love cover every bit of me as I drown in the sweetness of it
Let it surround me with all the pleasures that love brings like a sweet fragrance of chocolate covered rose petals
And as you love me like summer loves ice cream, I will love you right back