Mercy, mercy I see
O love, just comfort me
passion dumped in fire
raising senses higher.
O touch me
seduce the deepest part
raise to the hieghts
lay passion, a la cart.
Tumultuous tremblings
rattling up my brain
thighs quivering
driving me insane.
O glory be, whispers
shouting out loud,
"touch me, touch me",
senses up in a cloud.
Please, please
just a little taste
pray not this feeling
go to waste.
Luscious dreams
nibblings of you
levitate, spirits of love
a taste shall do.
Precious love
entwine my ecstacy
passion fruit blaring,
"Touch me! Touch me!"
DelCano, 2004
1 comment:
A powerful yearning there, my friend. Great write!
Hugs!
Chris
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