I'm intoxicated by your
exotic expressions,
of love to me.

You have sacredly written sonnets,
with the touch of your lips upon my skin
in breathless wonder, your tongue, trails across
the silken velvet of secret private moistness, your fingertips
caress moans and whimpers from my
parched throat a melody of surrender
to your senses.


~breath~

You have drawn images
upon my yearning flesh, your heated murmurs, craving instant whispers,
sweet, oh so sweet taunting missives so
tenderly tormenting, your warm moist breath lingering
upon my skin drawing raptures cry to the surface.
A silent scream of release

I'm the canvas on
which you create
passion in vivid
emotion.


So sweet the torment I weep

02/23/2007