the warmth that comes to me in sleep


dreams of kisses on your shoulder


my hands, fingernails, molding into the flesh of your back....


the heat that fills my body within dreams,


the anticipated taste of you upon


pursed and waiting lips


the want, the rise and desire


within my soft flesh for yours.





To wake in the morn, with an even stronger need, to see your face outside of thoughts and whispered dreams.





(To thirst for play, come my way, and to the one invited, does he know?)

Though i could have summed this up in a mere sentence, i have a tendency to be extravagant. But the sum of all things is, well....

I want you, badly, I want you now, yesterday, tommorrow, today, and each day to come...

05/29/2002

Posted on 05/29/2002
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