They Mingle

Oh lovely woman, as passions pass
And time kills eager lust
Let not thy bouquet wither from neglect
Rest your aching heart
And let my dreams pass
In and out of your soul
Where passions still live
Fighting to break its chains.

And me.., my tortured heart
My troubled mind does want for you
To see your naked soul begging
For my healing hand
Wanting rest that my touch will bring

I glimpse of it in your eyes
And in your bosom's rise
Is my look enough to touch you there
There in that moist place
That when pierced
Does strike into your heart

Will my simple touch
Bring sweet surprise
Dripping from your depths

While our lust filled hearts come closer
A gentle grasp
And your surrender
As my lips make love to yours

While passion rains kisses upon us
My hot fever melts you there
And satisfies my taste for you
We flow together
That raging river
Of my secret hidden treasure

And another kiss combines
Our aromatic nectar
Making sweet our souls union
And with its haunting words
Dream away your dreams and mine
Touch yourself as they mingle