rainy days

those rainy days......
and never can I get you to come out and play....
years, I have pleaded
and pleaded
and here it is another of those days.

for a little fantasy...or maybe ecstasy...
only could our minds see...
would you journey
hand in hand
off to another land?

let the silence make the moods
and the senses create the moves.
let the passions design
that never
you nor I could have ever
choreographed such a rhyme.

could ever the day
as the poets so daily praise,
could the unimaginable
be so seemingly fragile,
that with such the beguile
sexy, the wantonness... your smile.

do you ever feel the presents of my eyes
so deep is the look,
with such distress...
I so slowly...
you undress

do you ever feel as you stand nude
my eyes, so uncontrollably rude
wishing that they may caress
the tenderness of your breast?

would you let the sweat
and all its heat
be cooled by the touch
of a kisses *****.

would you let no distraction
keep you from the exotic, the passion,
the unadulterated sweetness of emancipation
combining rawness of sexual satisfaction.

the wandering of a playful tongue
could that persuade, with assistance,
the fullness of tonight's moon.
the tasting of ripen sweetness
the sensation of the wet,
manipulation for all to come.
the shivering and a moan,
a suggestion may my mind loan.

the silliness of all this
a simple plea in jest.
may it help the dreariness
and the sunshine we all miss.

guess who.......