2004-05-07 @ 3:31 p.m.
- or two,
I will linger;
Lips against lips,
softly against soft.
I will linger
In eyes,
- my prison,
visions of sweetness,
of sweat, of lust;
promising of ecstasy�s sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger.
Dance soft
- circles across my tongue,
around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions;
drink until my appetite is laid bare
for a moment or two.
Command my civility
- my shadow, my touch,
- my every secret;
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried
in breaths of consummation.
Perfection
- as my own is wondered well,
countless times stabs and penetrates
the beast beyond the shattering of humanity descent
into the salvation of the truth of desire
Much Love~
~V~
Written by ~V~ 2004
