You could be my passion,
my smokey, fluent pyre.
A final destination,
for my desertified flesh.
In dramatic fashions,
I'll whisk and whirl you.

Just for your delight,
I'll stop to devour you.
You are my triple-thick,
banana milkshake.
Making me work
for every drop.

Fresh from the cycle,
warm with static.
Comfortable softness,
a sweet smelling combo,
of baby shampoo and sweat,
so sweet.

Your soft butter lips,
melting beneath my radiation.
Slippery and creamy,
a vice that draws me back.
Fantasy and mystery,
that soaks into my skin.

02/08/2004

Author's Note: It's been a while since "Complete Me" I figured I'd give it another try...

Posted on 02/08/2004
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