With erotic energy's that coursed through
Your veins.
The very being of a new edge of sensuous
Mischief - You have
A tendency to f eel things I say deeply.
With my love that I offer you, would
It be enough?
Would it be a strange to please your
Heart?
Maybe?
You enter into my world like the
Exotic and erotic sounds of the Violin.
I learned forward and kissed you softly
Open lips
My hand slipped your light
Little form and I lifted you up and
Up.
Until you were friends and lover . . .
You drove your eyes into my soul.
Feeding what's in my heart.
Bounded together, the forces of lust and
Excitement fuel the mind and soul of
Our being.
Clinging to our hearts we share
Expressive of life, love and tradgy.
But you are showing me love.
I know not the skills of love, or
Passion.
I am innocent like a small child
But my heart has learned to speak
Passionately.
You call out the sleeping hunger
Within me.
A love of and respect for what is
Right before my eyes
Which is you?
I dream of that long ago time when
We sat upon that bench at the mall.
Each kiss with our eyes was the perfect
Consummation of desire.
What can we do but reach for the
Embrace that must now contain
Both heaven and hell.
Heaven when we embrace.
Hell when we don't have the
Chance too.
It's dim magnification of
Every human's soul
Shown in our love. . .
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