To touch your skin in knowing its warmth, but I want it next to my own warmth.....making it a part of me, as I would become a part of you. To take your soft face into my hands, and gaze in your intoxicating eyes. To smell your essence invoking the animal within me to come, and claim what is his. Just to have you, to bring you face to face....feeling your sweet warm breath gently against my face. I love you and all that you are. I love you for the person you have become, and the woman you are growing into. To touch that part of your being that no other is allowed. I am he and shall no other be. To taste your flesh wwith my soft lips, while savoring your nectar from the flower in which you possess.... Oh my oh my, how my tongue cries for such pleasures. Simply this my love.... To touch you in every sense possible....I need that, I need this...here with you....till the day after forever.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I write from deep within where pondering over words do not exist. To write is to breathe, and I search for this with one special person.