How can one so animated with life be stilled? Where do the desires of a young woman go when they lose home? What pleasures are bequeathed by lips when emptied and cold? Where does the poetry go when a voice is silenced?
Love. Lust. Fuel my desire. Her divine aroma Sets my senses on fire. Taking me higher. Donít want to come down. On a mission to explore her. Ecstasy bound.
Lips so soft and sweet As they become one with mine. So wet and luscious. Inhibitions left behind.
My tongue searches For her delectable essence. Probing deeper and deeper. I just might keep her Entangled in the web of my arms. Holding her captive, But she donít want to be free. Together blissfully. As we lay.