Hate thins hair
on crown for
penetration of
love into follicle

A stranger to this
body as I caress
so I touch gently

Like the urban
wind and fire
my love restless
on windy night
as we role play

Deeper than the
ocean ocean blue
my love bright,
blinding in sight
yet opaque afar.

Infinitely as
sands of time,
her love for you
lacks measure

Erotic voice,
Pleasure for your
mind; my treasured
words embalmed like
the mummy

Words deepen with
age as I age like wine,
fine and strong like

My time at
hands from this
lime-light, gradually
infested with blight


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s