a poet without a muse how can that
be,
when all he smells is her scent on
his pillow, his bed linens
as the two plays a rhythm with
there bodies melting
they close together. Her scent
sends him to a world
Beyond this one as the universe and
earth combined in a mixture
of passionate lovemaking as their
lips melt with each other.
A rhythm they are playing making
sounds of mystery
as he’s hands both lay on the
small of her back.
Surrounding there bodies to become
a sound of poetry
that envelope into a beautiful
love ballade.
A poet he is, she as his muse as
he lust after her skin
burning with deep desire to fall
over and love her
for all time. Him losing his
virginity to a goddess on fire.
Supernatural power extreme from
their lovemaking.
He yearns for her, his aching for
her to come find him once again.
Then come wrap me up into your
arms, expose your desire.
Leave an imprint as you pour your
soul out for me to drink it.
Miss me nightly; miss me daily as
my name gets printed on your heart.
Let only my name be left upon your
breast as I am falling deeper into your existence.
The beat of your heart against
mine plays a rhythm of pure love beats.
© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved.
1 comments:
Ahhhhh, so goes desire!
Nice Chim!
Sorry for my absence but I've been pulled away the past 7 weeks and am slowly returning.
You've captured the burning well. :)
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