Come and whisper to me So you must lean near And I will lean nearer still To feel the soft silk of your hair Upon my face And it's scent With the warmth of your breathe upon my skin A sweet whirl of thoughts convey As simple as I love you Or as complex as all the reasons The sound of you is magic Because of what you say I mean to you Love And I would feel the same way always As special as the words that flow In the nearness which begs a touch For hearts are drawn with just a look And by words...
Speak to me at night Send me words with meanings half veiled Suspended Left hanging in the air Like thoughts waiting to be finished Even as one would finish a sentence While the other was speaking My mind enjoying all the possibilities Yet fleeting - So in answer you might speak again (Fortunately my imagination races)
Words Wisps of things that catch the light of the eye Drawing me in that I might see better Like little kisses that ask is this alright And reply We shall see what we...
Alertness heightened Not afraid Trembling with excitement Immobile Craving the next touch Increased sensitivity Panting shallow breaths Aching to know what will be next Total darkness Inconceivable Pleasures Orgasm approaches Not for the faint of heart
april love before sharp summer heat sweeps dreamers off their feet tangled in mango blossom rhyme piqued oft by lemon lime way above where glance soft roving eyes new romance fills the skies the hopes and passions that they share will last the livelong year every move
odessa makes, she pieces brings of april in the heart of spring
It’s a Monday with a twist One that makes you close your fist, Grin those teeth open your eyes Try to get down from the skies, Switch the radio for some groove Maybe vision will improve, Hold that steering really tight keeping straight your satellite, get to work and switch the net an array of news palette, go to chat and check your rhyme read the words that make you shine, your expression should now smile make the read worth out the while.
I will baptise you With trickling water From my rose colored vase It willl flow At my direction Goosebump thoughts Run through your head To your skin soothed Your being materializing Running over Shivered shoulders Tidal waves Of ancient history
Dripping down your chest Nipples hardening To the beauty And, sensuality Of being cloaked In the baptismal waters From my rose colored vase