I want to make love to your hands As they cradle mine, Mirroring the intensity of my grasp, Warming my fingers with smiling rays. I want to make love to your eyes As their gaze finds my fears and confronts them, Thrusting hope into my soul, Pupils shinning with faith. I want to make love to your lips As they whisper promises, Placing their pecks up and down my neck The water of your kiss extinguishing my doubt. I want to make love to your limbs As they lead me through unexplored shadows, Bringing me to sublime seas, to magic meadows, Helping me climb up mountains, up frightening cliffs. I want to make love to your song As you sing it with passion, Saving me from silence, Stirring in me a craving to dance to the music. I want to make love to your dreams As they stream into mine, Licking their dryness with strength, Faith painted on their canvas in wild, vivid strokes. I want to make love to your body As it enfolds me with pleasure, Teasing my arousal, grazing sensitive spots Until the hunger of my lust is fed. I want to make love to you Underneath every sunrise, every sunset. I want to make love to you When we lay exhausted in bed. I want to make love to you After we have taken our last breath and we lie dead. dam
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 07:05:14 +0000
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