It isn’t in the words you say
or the way you say them
It’s how your breath roams
my body when you whisper

and it’s not how blue your eyes are
or how they stare into my soul
rather, the look inside them
when you undress me

and while yes, it is that they are kissable
and soft and sweet,
its merely the way...
your lips first moisten my neck
before you bite it

Your hands are in my hair again
and I am feeling so much of everything
that my brain is on overload
and while you lie sleeping...

It’s not the snoring
or the sweet innocent boy face
that gets me

Its your arms wrapped around
my little woman frame
and I am able to escape
to be your slave

07/29/2003

Posted on 07/29/2003
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