O ravisher of hearts
For the treasure
Far and distant
If I
Had not found
Closer in my heart
If I
Had not kissed
The softness
Of those lips
Had not beaten
My chest to mourn
Not tasted my tears
If I
That rebeck in hand
Had not sung
Flying free
If the beats
Of the music
Had not
Put me in raptures
If I
In the moonlit nights
In your remembrance
With cups of wine
Had yet not
Abandoned senses
If I
Had not placed reason
On your door steps
If unreason
Was not my creed
If I
Was still
Asking for more
When like rain drops
Your love
Poureth on me
8/4/2009
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The kisses that u rain in sequence and succession some in random lips crawling playing the lento teases and pleases in angles and obtuse rhythms in largo velocity lost moving slow and slow deliberately slow torpid emotions lingering here lingering there they trek up and down on the contours pondering in and out tangible desire Wet trails at snail's pace rushing around stealthy tickle and stroke some worship some play they skid at the corners they trickle down the neck they hack the skin with precession doped in desire insinuate and infuse slow fire burning desire slow the love slower the kisses