Post by Seth on Feb 28, 2005 1:51:03 GMT -5
Silky lace, way too long
Hair cascading over shoulders,
All moments should not revolve around heartache,
Like this moment, they should each create,
gentle bliss, filled with warmth
The kind that makes you smile.
Every moment of each day,
should be, yes, worthwhile.
Like with all the subtle hints of devotion,
carresses on cheeks, touches on my skin
My breath shall always be caught off guard by you.
Moans of delight must be heard through, the night.
As the moon lights up your handsome smile,
let us touch to our hearts' passionate desires.
In all the passing seconds, there should
be somewhere a fire, burning.
Brightly, heatedly, burning.
Hearts mingling, lips kissing
feeling, touching.
Like the way our tongues greet each other,
over and over again, never tiring
never forgetting the happiness found
in the taste of lips against lips,
clashing, tasting, seducing
Until our heat fullfills its lust
And once more we're lost in a sea
of blankets, gasping, holding one another dearly...
Closely.
In our acts of love, our movements of want,
of need and yearned affection.
If only all could feel the deep attention,
sweet connections of lovers lost in
Daily obsessions of warmth, of safety
and the complete satisfaction,
I feel when I'm in your arms,
sleeping as our ecstasy fades until the next
yearning...
Hair cascading over shoulders,
All moments should not revolve around heartache,
Like this moment, they should each create,
gentle bliss, filled with warmth
The kind that makes you smile.
Every moment of each day,
should be, yes, worthwhile.
Like with all the subtle hints of devotion,
carresses on cheeks, touches on my skin
My breath shall always be caught off guard by you.
Moans of delight must be heard through, the night.
As the moon lights up your handsome smile,
let us touch to our hearts' passionate desires.
In all the passing seconds, there should
be somewhere a fire, burning.
Brightly, heatedly, burning.
Hearts mingling, lips kissing
feeling, touching.
Like the way our tongues greet each other,
over and over again, never tiring
never forgetting the happiness found
in the taste of lips against lips,
clashing, tasting, seducing
Until our heat fullfills its lust
And once more we're lost in a sea
of blankets, gasping, holding one another dearly...
Closely.
In our acts of love, our movements of want,
of need and yearned affection.
If only all could feel the deep attention,
sweet connections of lovers lost in
Daily obsessions of warmth, of safety
and the complete satisfaction,
I feel when I'm in your arms,
sleeping as our ecstasy fades until the next
yearning...
