Priscilla, I Think Of You... Poem by Jason PraTT

Priscilla, I think of you; throughout perused
Thus persistent talks indulging your clarity
Whereas the immense intensity of your womanly beliefs
Peers into my intuition that attracts me all the more

Purred by your primitive eyes that manages to ravish the
Very resistance that I portray as my only defense
The percussions of my heartbeat (to the rhythm of your every smile)
Percolates faster whenever your hand reaches in embrace

Your pleasure is quite particular as your proceed to kiss my lips
Brushing along such teases that tortures my senses until absolute
Hunger that growls in an unheard desire that crawls along my limbs
Taunting me to take you as my premiere lover amidst the moment

Partaken, partaken upon that private propositions that your pleasant
Body presents as the sweetest gift offered within invitation thus prepared
Unraveling a permission that only could be allowed by your gentle touch
That ignites a fire inside the silence of my soul as I reach out for you

As but my dreams are manifested as a beautiful nightingale whom is you
Alleviating your clothing to reveal the splendor of your flesh that compares
To the sweetest of Nubian joys that are praised as jewels for a man to cherish
With the delight of endless caresses that course along every curve and crevice

Bathing your lips with honest kisses that pours into your emotions and fill every
Shore that resides with the sanctum of your womanly inhibitions, thus only to
Bring the raging oceans that roar from your delicious streams upon my yearning
Earth, flourishing with the beauty that your rain showers upon my existence