Old Love

Soul, Sex and Wine.........
.......add to that smells of "Sex and Candy".  thoughts of blissful moments-absolute, sensual and so divine.
 
But before I show you, totally my complete admiration,  
Can I for a moment return to that warm, brown libation...
 
....that sweet Kentucky Bourbon.

Reminiscent of Eric Clapton's "Old Love"
Taking your body down to a sepia colored room
Melancholy madness; remembering a not to distant past
 
A desperate "slow screw" against beige colored walls
Forgetting any and all hurts at last
My mind feeling free......
 
......me fucking you-you fucking me
From the depths of my Mississipi soul-like Muddy Waters and Geneva
Always cummin' back-I'll never leave ya
Feeling my "blue" cock moving warmly, slowly deep inside
The needle on the record begins it's long, slow glide
 
.........and I descend, slowly, deeply into your very core
 
" I can feel your body
When I'm lying in bed
There's too much confusion
Going around through my head
 
And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can't I get over?
When will I ever learn?
 
  Old love, leave me alone
  Old love, go on home"
 
Vixen, baby will you please take my love back home?
Will you let me take your warm tender body deeply
Love me right down to the bone?
 
Ahhhh,  deep blues, both our bodies feel
you on your back baby, I'm pushing in deeper
Mmmmmmmm.........a oneness; black and white melting into a shade of gray
Loving me like a "natural woman"
Damn baby, you make me feel so real
 
As I lay you down on this old, soft familiar matress
and your hips are buried deep inside
my body, blurred motions, velocity increasing.
I thrust my hips between those ample thighs  
 
I press.....
 
Eric's second stanza is playing inside my head......
 
"I can see your face
But I know that it's not real
It's just an illusion
Caused by how I used to feel
 
And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame will always burn
I'll never get over
I know now that I'll never learn
 
  Old love, leave me alone
  Old love, go on home"

Take me home Vixen, my strength is almost gone
Wrap your legs, your love-your whole "soul" all around me.
Precious baby, make love to me  
Let me "cum" back home
 
Our bodies are throbbing, feeling so "reckless"
Meetimg your every thrust; your sexual gyrations and all your sexy body has to give
 
Townes Van Zandt's haunting allusion to our passionate call
"The window's accusing the door of abusing the wall....."
 
Deep inside you, all my lost passion resurrected
In your heart I want to live right here, right now inside of U.....
 
......in an old sepia colored room, we both relive
an old love.....  
 
.....infinitely sweet and true.