The Senses...
Ambiguous words burning my senses. Just like that kiss lightly brushing mine
But the hunger from your lips sends shivers down my spine.
As I stand before you..am rooted to the spot with each silent word, driving me wild. But the hunger from your lips sends shivers down my spine.
That hungry look in your eyes, burning a hole in my mind.
The way you're looking at me am mesmerised
I reach to touch your face…I can see the devilish look in your eyes.
As I reach to kiss your eyes…the tip of your nose, to your ear tips
I kiss your lips, we take thirsty sip's my mind’s burning somewhat
And as I kiss the hollow in your throat...I kiss your shoulders
Your biceps to your fingertips…then back to that hollow below your throat, Your excitement is something to behold, I never knew I had this hold,
Under my hand's, you are mine, mine.
As I travel to each of your nip's kiss each in turn
You shudder oh my, I look at you & that grin on your lips…Making me want!In my mind the endorphin's, soaring sky high as I feel each of your ribs,
I can feel and hear, the beating of your heart…as I kiss your belly and each hip in turn …
You give a slow, grown as I carry down my path…
The incandescence of your touch…playing havoc with my mind. You are my mind, my heart my soul, you are the spring where I was born…
And each, in turn, I am lost in your arms…As I kiss your thighs knees your legs…
I reach your feet, you beg…Enough…
As I go on to your toes kissing each in turn…
We were beyond no return, the fire in our blood our minds,As I go on to your toes kissing each in turn…
Nothing mattered now as your hands reaching for me, I…
Pretended I didn’t see…you became masterful, pulling me
You looked at me with that look in your eyes... leaving me wanting
And when our minds speak, what you want from me & me from you
What I want to make me scream..You can play me like a fine Piano
Sometimes allegro, others pianissimo..
Like the dulcet tones of Vivaldi, to the masterful TchaikovskyWhat I want to make me scream..You can play me like a fine Piano
Sometimes allegro, others pianissimo..
Forgetting, not Beethoven’s fifth symphony, in ecstasy,
As my mind soar’s beyond infinity
Connie James.
Connie James.
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