Be My Lover On The Side
I want you to be my lover.
Not my partner but my lover.
That person I meet on the side.
The one who is secret and no one else knows even when others are around.
The day eases in and out so quietly.
Time passes and never a moment goes away
that I do not think about you.
Your ghost and essence are always playing
The Passion Of Life
One taste of the sweet nectar of passion and like an alcoholic the need to drink will once again overwhelm all reality.
To taste the sweetness of life upon the tongue, swishing gently around the mouth like fine wine.
The aroma and fullness like a kiss placed fresh upon a virgin's lips.
The burning deep within the body as it hits the core like a furnace stoked high in winter,
Sleep my little one.
Close your eyes.
The fire burns with the heat of a single warm coal.
It lies against the others, but only gives the warmth that it can.
Against the fire's glowing inferno burning brighter and brighter as the ashes are burnt off from the fuel of the heat.
Transference of energy first cold then moving into heat the swell of the fury once more.