heat

          
         
         
         
   one's an intense sexual being; she's ones' water in the desert heat; the thought of her brings out an inner beast; wanting the texture of her soft hands rubbing one's raw stiff meat;          
         
         
  soft spoken voice so sweet; her eyes, her frame; the way she grips me and says my name; she's the reason life is looked upon with an upbeat;          
         
         
  she's the embodiment of art; my brush needs stroking-she's the paint; she's a dream-she knows we have needs-no complications-no pulling teeth-her hands are gifts-a gardener with pulling "weeds"        
         
         
 she freezes up one's very being, with synchronizing energy.... she gives rhythm to one's heartbeat
 
 
 her company-her style; she makes the trip of life worth while....