Colourful

It's when I lay down that my imagination..
..well it's just too much,
too much to explain in words really,
lets just say we see to our every need,
makes me sing songs,
songs I thought were never to be re released.

I'm no goddess and he not a god, But we
take our worshiping to new temples when my
mind relaxes and my hand slides quietly down.

The house creaks as it settles down for the night
everyone sleeping but not me, not yet,
I have desirable things I must do..

like riding him till we shout out, echoing off the walls
pushed against the wall, straddling him, as he works me over,
hands and knees, bending over.. waiting,
saddled, ready
already kneeling and caressing, thirsting for his cry,
crying out as I direct his head over and over-sensitive areas
Desires unleashed tonight
tonight, alone my imagination runs riot into the sky,
colliding with his till our colours fade and drain away,
as the house creaks and settles down to sleep
with everyone else
satisfied once more
I am to be
oh yes