No. I cannot seem to get you out of my head I feel you, see you, hear you and even smell the slightest aromatic musk, so masculine and invigorating - how if drifts on imaginary breezes carrying me forward, through the day that otherwise would be bleak.
Is it wrong? To hold you so close in my mind? Undressing you on the hour, every hour, watching as you stretch, lean and perfect before me, your body a beacon for this sea-lost ship; Oh darling, if you only knew the depthless wonderings I tend to carry out, all under the cloak of discretion...
My hands my lips my tongue -
Your hands your lips your tongue....
Shivers- Steal through me, and my eyes look beyong the ordinary, seeing into another world, but please believe it is not an imaginary world.. So very real, it's just somewhere in the distance. These thoughts a prelude to what is to come, what will be done, the day I come to stand beside you and wrap you in my arms, my kisses landing upon your brow.
No. I cannot stop these thoughts I'm thinking. And I would never want to, for in the recent passings of days, hours, just this last minute of sitting here and thinking you have become my world, my everything and I would rather perish to the grave than to erase you from this mind.
