Jess - Poem by Bryan Rehnelt
Reality... surreal feelings fill me. Foriegn thoughts fill my head, new feelings explore my body. Your kiss tempts me making it hard to control my imagination. Your hands glide swiftly across my body leaving behind a passionate, tender trail. Your breath kisses my skin, giving me goose bumps. Spiratic movements play out my thoughts. I take your hand and pull you closer to me, placing your hand over my heart to feel how we are sharing the same beats. My dreams are now a reality you are truley here with me. Your body is like the key to my lock we fit perfectly. Holding you in my arms close to my body, feeling your warmth against my skin the passion is setting in. Tempatures rise, emotions roam free. Thoughts turn into actions, actions express our emotions. Movement becomes inevitable, feelings become physical. My heart beats faster as your body starts singing the same melody as mine. Seducing your eyes with mine our souls intertwine, as our spirits become more intensly meaningful we test eachothers physical being. My fingers are relaying sensory temptations through your body as they explore the soft, smooth, elegant canvas you have to offer. Time is standing still as we are giving into the soul connection our bodys share. Together we share a place nobody knows of, a deep experience thats unheard of. Times up! We gave in and let go, boundries crossed walls shattered dreams turned into reality. Life begins with you and me just as we share our love with one another, no more time is allowed we must depart leaving eachother to the memories just made and waiting for the moment we shall make more.
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