Breath me
Love me
Touch me
Let me become you and you become me.
Passion is the desire to become one with the childhood dream of love and truth.
Making love is for cowards who dare not dream
Until our fantasies have become realities
Until our desires have become truths
Until our love becomes legend
I sit here waiting for you.
I spend my long days, thinking of you
wondering when the touches will happen
When will the kisses start
The day marchs ever closer now
till my muse is in my arms
Welcome home, old dusty warrior, searching lands and times
she is you in you, the craft to build worlds upon me.
Hold her till the moon cries
More of a man I shall become,
I just existed before she smiled at me
What to do when poetry cannot express the way you feel about her?
Burn the world?
Steal the wind?
Blind the sun?
Make a friend?
Never can express souly how I feel about her and what a impact her coment has done to my world.
Maybe a story
Maybe a lifetime of passion
My living IsIs deserves a much better knight to worship her so.
When her eyes cross my face, I know that time does in fact stand still.
Drop your towel and gain my mind.
Come closer to me
and gain all control
Put your hands on me
and gain my heart
Smile once
and gain a lifemate.
Simple put, no woman can have a hold on me like you do.
Like the full moon, your light is a wonder to my soul
Until I taste you again
I shall remain mad like in a cold forrest
awaiting the fireflies to light my way back home to you
Lets us become one again, my baby
Lets us turn the heads of others jealously and silly remarks into the dirt.
Let is get lost on passion
moans
sweat
skin
lets us become fully, the one
and cast all pain away...nightly
