I am still to a point where everything else seems to be falling like the soft dust of the Sahara
My mind wafts like the smoke from a countryside hut
Time pauses making the evening sunset unbearable
For its beauty tortures my heart at the thought of you
I move like the beats of a Kamba drum
I fantasize with the purity of an angel and the naughtiness of a devil
I see your face; I see your body as I see the sun set before me
I think of your luscious lips like the roses of spring being kissed by the bees on the countryside
I long for the enchantment of your lips on mine
I long for your touch like the evening moments long for the golden rays of the sunset
I want to touch you as a violinist plays with her instrument
Caressing the strings of your body, seeking the muse of your soul
I want to lick you from the nape of your neck to the thighs of your essence
Like a river meanders downstream in search of a balance …
I want to hold you in my arms like a guitarist holds his guitar
Strumming you along to my thoughts as I caress your breasts gently, softly
Invoking the deepest of deeps, lying deep within you
Raising you from your seclusion with a passion unbridled
I want to lick you like the first drops of rain that lick a dry perched land
That hasn’t seen rain in seven years
I want to worship your body with my fingers like a pianist plays his piano to the tune of a beautiful Mozart piece with an audience captivated by everything
I want to see your thighs part like the Red Sea did
As l lick down your thighs slowly, gently, like a kid licks ice cream on a hot summer’s day
Hearing you moan like gentle thunder of winter’s rain
I want to play your essence like David played the harp
I want to roll you over and over like the waves of the sea
I want to hear you moan like a wolf on a full moon night
I want to make love to you with the passion of a raging hurricane
With the strength of seven gods
With the gentleness of a dove
I want to sink my nails into your skin
Like the prickle of a thorn rose on a beautiful spring day
I want to sink my teeth into your essence
I want to drink your blood like vampires of days gone by
I want to possess you
I want to inhabit you
I want to engulf you
And like an orchestra that is well played, the symphony of the best days to come
I want to make a covenant of sacred love
With the bond that is from the blood of you that I shall drink
As we become one with the essence of sublimation
Into the mists of our thoughts….
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