I am thinking every day
of traveling home to you
to touch your lips
like licking dew
...
like a naked question
a desire colored robe was
veiling the fruity fragrance
of our silky shadows
...
Waves of blueish lace lingers
In the alcohol perfumed air
Thanks for making time for me.
Hovering an innocent smile on my lips.
...
intoxicating soft magic melody
moaning our endless desire
in the crepuscule of sensations
...
Thoughts Of A Lonely Voyager
I am thinking every day
of traveling home to you
to touch your lips
like licking dew
from petals of a flower
and sense your skin
with the trembling tips of my fingers
until your being unfolds
and enhulls me
with your sweet scent of honey
and then, slowly
we indulge
in a closely embracing dance
leaving behind us
our existence
in never ending waves
of celestial music
until the golden glow of sunrise
opens our eyes
to discover a dream
we treasure
together.
Life wouldn't be so beautiful if everything would happen as we imagined in our dreams.