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WAITING DESIRE
I waited to want you…
Until my desire for you
Became the civilization
In which I lived…each
Night immortal…from cloud
To star to moon to me to you;
My religion is on your fingertips!
I waited to want you…
Until your visage surged
Through me, like an ancient
Yearning stretched taunt
By passions coiling, molding
A sutra scripted by sirocco winds!
Baby, you handled me like a moan!
I waited to want you…
Your probing words explored
Every sensitive valley, steadily
Etching dreams tender with memory
And with every stroke you wrote
Me into a new venue of history...
My map: the taste of your inner thigh!
I waited to want you…
Until I could melt deep into your desire;
To uncover each secret surrender tenderly, rhythmically,
Sculpting sighs to excite you slowly into me
With soft silky rhythms and inflamed caresses!
Enthralled by the beauty of us
We climax within each other’s view.
I waited to want you…
Until my heartbeat originated
From the bloom of your hand;
I waited…
As you delicately painted me
Like a poem under the canvas
Of your body with subtle hues;
I waited…
I want.
Love me!
Until my desire for you
Became the civilization
In which I lived…each
Night immortal…from cloud
To star to moon to me to you;
My religion is on your fingertips!
I waited to want you…
Until your visage surged
Through me, like an ancient
Yearning stretched taunt
By passions coiling, molding
A sutra scripted by sirocco winds!
Baby, you handled me like a moan!
I waited to want you…
Your probing words explored
Every sensitive valley, steadily
Etching dreams tender with memory
And with every stroke you wrote
Me into a new venue of history...
My map: the taste of your inner thigh!
I waited to want you…
Until I could melt deep into your desire;
To uncover each secret surrender tenderly, rhythmically,
Sculpting sighs to excite you slowly into me
With soft silky rhythms and inflamed caresses!
Enthralled by the beauty of us
We climax within each other’s view.
I waited to want you…
Until my heartbeat originated
From the bloom of your hand;
I waited…
As you delicately painted me
Like a poem under the canvas
Of your body with subtle hues;
I waited…
I want.
Love me!
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