the candles make their mark
those lights dancing upon
skin and thighs.
my tongue, invading your dreams,
your screams
your themes.
everything wrapping around these
disillusions and misconceptions
you don't understand what would happen
if i had my hands on you.

let me in.
trust me, these lips won't disappoint
you don't know who you're dealing with,
but when it comes to the bedroom,
bring it.

09/16/2003

Author's Note: inspired. NJQ. thank you.

Posted on 09/17/2003
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