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Why Cries The Satyr In Cypris
“.......sometimes when we touch
the honesty's too much
and I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna' hold you till I die
till we both break down and cry
I wanna' hold you till the fear in me subsides”
Why.....
...when I'm on top of you,
you're on top of me
when we are inside each other's space
so very deep
the words and thoughts you disdain
become as easy as Sunday morning...
…..and as second nature as calling my name?
It matters not the moment is the
epitome of “My Romance”
The seduction of your tender kiss
that coy smile as you sneak a side ways glance
at the moment that I come inside
the music starts, the dance begins
in syncopation
our bodies freely slip and slide
the metamorphosis starts
what's beautiful becomes delicious sin
your eyes burn red with desire
from the fires deep within
lips that whisper breathless
tender words now scream
obscenities of decadent erotic delights
that we dare dream.......
the echoes of things that reveal themselves
on the eve of sensual, romantic night
Why is our love so wet?
Through hazy, intoxicated eyes,
I watch the words
form on your lips,
lewdly executed Freudian slips
and I do not believe.....
Shadows
of sensual silhouettes display
that which is unspoken
I bend your body
you wrap your legs around my neck
plush thighs grip my torso
the recoil of my long sword
in and out of your core....
…....and I pump your *well* just a little more
raining down upon
this union of darkened souls
loves generous platform
moving across the wood floor
crashing against alabaster walls
I am drawn deeper
into your black hole
of sensual delight
our bodies contorted into shapes
ethereal, elliptical motions
otherworldly sounds of intense pleasure
depths neither chartered
or measured
…....and the hedonist high priest anoints us both
I the wretched Satyr and you, Lady Cypris
a slave to the powers
held within the delta
of your sable land of thighs
Why......
…....do we collapse in the throes
of a broken synapse
heaped wet sheets
momentary lapses
in time and space
and the lips
that have uttered profanely
yet now they speak names
in love.....
wrapped up in
the wanting of
this now to be forever.
The “whys” of why I Love Only You......
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