Sweet angel stirring my soul
I will always find time, for my passion you control.

Not having the presence of your amore is torture,
I'm condemned in thick rose gardens pierced by thorns.
My blood is yours, for life is within it's moisture,
Never forgetting the ever lasting commitment sworn.

Shadowed by fears of resistence and rejections
I once again seek for the hopeful expectations.

Drift apart so often we allow our fabled tale to end,
So sin filled to stop the joining of desires willed by
the creators whim.

Little drops of happiness flow with bliss.
Tingle up my spine shows I can't resist.
New kiss, now hey there's the best feeling done right.
It can come morning, afternoon or late night.

No one can predict how it'll go, but hopes are for gentle, passionate & slow.
Help me, my goodness she stole the whole show, heart pounds as I hesitate as though I have somewhere to go.

Now it's racing faster than ever before, dizzy from fantasy filled visions galore.

Hand so softly caresses the back of my neck and again she tempts me with quite more than a peck.

Look only further than open eyes bright child.
Your sparkle can light the way for many souls lost.
Bringing forth more joy as I immerse in the glory you've become.

Unyielding the flesh tingles with such ease, as we engage even the hint of erotic besiege.

Nestle closely to my sweet supple pleasure, when time allows the connection relieves mostly all of our pressures.
Thoughts linger helplessly at times so devilishly clever, who can refuse what she used to polish this tarnished forgotten treasure.

Whew! I need a fan! Great write BK...

MzEm I do DECLARE