We kiss, a dream "We" are made of (laying in my lovers arms) of bitter sweet and shear ecstasy Jagged pill- Truth, the noble entity prophesies, Disaster this love will be
Kiss me quickly! Chasing away this shadow of reality Turn truth to doubt by the closeness of our lips Yet this... this... the fact that lingers... It is not love; it is not lust But calculated affection that binds us yet is it not safer so, is it not enough?...
Those hands and lips that did me much pleasure
That tongue that roamed living me in a state of leisure
You were my drug, my dose of ecstasy
In moments passion I look down upon our bodies
joined as one and I crave this eternity
But is it fate for me?
Is it meant to be?
So says fate
“Nay, only futility
Sure sex is sweet fruit yet as candy too much-too bad for the tooth”
The taste of your juice- mouth, skin and down under
The feel of you, my mind and body shudder-I wonder
could you be my thunder?
If so then I seek for it to Rrrain forever!!!
My avenging angel by Eros sent to subdue my cares
momentarily as we mesh undoubtedly in the bosom of ecstasy
I wanting you, you wanting me, this just has to be Lo… Ust!
So where is the Love?
Question that echoes ever so faintly as we fashion our interpretation of “Love”
Please make a way for fate to say we are worthy
To lose you would hurt me
What to do with these feelings that corrupt me
Cursed ’cause I’m craving your body
while true love is on the high seas…
O HEAVEN HELP ME!
Love tempest rising
Drums beat within, uncontrolled
… Just like the movies
Tales by the moonlight
We tell none
Mute from a passionate kiss
Dry winds are still as parched lips embrace,
a moment where moisture is drawn from the oasis of a kiss.
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If sex has a soul
then you and I have found it;
If it were a state,
then we have wondered its hills
and tasted of its fountains.
If sex was a vine
then we have drank of its sweet wine;
If it were a race
then we have reached the finish line;
We have danced to its glorious song,
that sweet rapture
that has taken us through the night long.
Sex’s soul!
A cauldron of heat and fire.
It bursts forth as sweat, smell and screams;
born of man’s desire!
We have found its place,
not many seen,
and have visited over and over,
as many lovers been.
And as we reach journey’s end of “you”and “I”,
sex’s soul is lost for an instant,
until each with new love re-visit it;
We embark on new flights,
to climb its many hills
and drink of its fountains;
…To find the soul of sex.
Festival King 