I do not wish to make practical decisions
and passion is entirely sensible,
I will show you what i look like
what people cannot see...
just don't ask me to organize it,
or to do things at the right time,
I will run my world over your skin,
put my words deep into your mouth,
and hold you while you remember
how to shiver
how to quiver,
how to moan...
Whatever you can believe
it most probably be that,
the truth of my stories,
will not leave you asking,
and afterwards you can lie,
and read me for a second time....
Lips slide, kisses glide,
into unspoken moonlight,
ghost the contours of your thighs,
Your body trembles,
ran down your spine, you swooned,
from fleshy nibbles....
All I want is YOU !!
pressed against my hungry mouth,
breath ragged, senses on edge,
what you do to me....
But, this time......slow....
Tongue in your tulip,
Your tulip on my organ....
Musical flowers ?