Saccharine words drift like a rose-scented breeze, Enhancing these endearments across my eyes, mouth, breasts. With deliberate ease, you bring me to a point where time elapses and space divides as my body harmonizes with your soul.
Darling, do not lift yourself from my giving just yet. I need to partake of this feast a little while longer; With sea-colored eyes and sandy-shore skin, my fingers two step along hip and shoulder, bringing you down and into - our melody one to praise the Goddess.
Seconds hesitate to tick, as I ascend to a higher plane, with you, ever the loving, watching o'er me. I spill freely, pullulating like a great river, where my embankments meet with yours.
dragonpoe 9/17/07
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
