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| I pause sometimes to think about what really is | and then I wonder what might be someday | ||||||||||||||||
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Want You When do I want you most it's really one of those impossible questions to answer truthfully for it implies that there are times I want you less It could not be when miles separate us for there is not a time when in my heart you are not as close as oxygen or earth Is it when we do not have time and must make a kiss or warm caress suffice for desires placed on hold Or is it at that time when with my eyes I watch you busily do those things that must be done before you go When do I want you most I've never really put my finger on the circumstance for with my hands on you my mind is somehow occupied by other thoughts Perhaps when I inhale the perfumed scent you wear but somehow that occurs when I catch it on a breeze and you are not around it's just a vivid memory Or hear your voice and that little laugh you use when I am near you and we share a joke or story or silly moment in our lives that makes us smile Is it when I wash your hair or you rub vanilla oil on my skin and bring out the rich tones of mahogany as my aching muscles flex under your touch and I relax When do I want you most the thought occurs how good I feel when I hear you respond to love and how it drives me to want to stoke your passions more But then most is so relative because it sets a limit that I somehow have not reached and would not know as I would seek to want you even more than that Perhaps it is when passion's spent and I struggle to respond again but then your resting state fulfills me just as much when we are still So do not ask me when for that defines a level I have yet to reach but know inside that there is not one second when I do not want you more |
Thoughts I close my eyes and focus on a face so distant yet so close I somehow peak within the quiet private places in your mind To leave bits of myself attached and floating down at different times Those parts of me that make you see my face and smile My voice within your head to whisper words of love To make you want to seek out all I've come to be So you will understand those parts of you I feel And know the closeness that exists beyond my grasp | ||||||||||||||||
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Delirium> This was not the place for her to be. She danced around my room, seductively moving in her veils. A flowing scene of color dizzied me as I focused in the fog. The eyes and smile aroused me as I enjoyed her unexpected pleasures in the night. Her voice was alive with the pitch that offered pleasures I could not believe. Her movements lifted my desires as I found myself responding to my beast. Dancing, moving, slowly dropping off the trappings of the night. She beckoned me to take her then. I felt my tongue wetting my own warm lips. My body responded even as I reached to touch this moving magic of sensual delight. I felt her hands on top of me. They were warm and burning to my skin. The strength she had surprised me more. She held me down and mounted me. I watched her body move. Was I possessed or was it her? It simply didn't matter anymore. My mind was filled with images my body felt so good. My hands, my mouth, my very soul were hers. She took all that I could give. Waves of desire took their toll, delirium set in. I moaned and then I felt a name welling up inside. It woke me, and I wondered why this woman claimed my dreams. | |||||||||||||||||
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