It’s been a decade bur can time measure and control temptation?
Some things heal with time and others just get deeper,
denser and fierce.
It’s the passion that speaks louder than your voice when you crash into each other.
Sometimes, our heartbeats rhyme to beat together.
What can condense that?
It is a rush, raw and feisty!
Roll over the bed and touch my heart with your bare hands.
Let me touch you on the inside where your demons are hidden.
Let me kiss your lips and caress your soul and mind.
How sexy is the heart that beats for me and craves my body and mind…
How captivating is the man who pleases me until I murmur his name passionately.
How kind is the soul that tastes my salty skin and wets it with love.
How madly can I love you?
How do I show you what you mean to me?
No! Nor by words now.
I want to melt down into you like a pinch of salt in water and be yours.
It feels like the death of a star when you kiss me like that….
Sometimes when your mouth touches my bare skin,
I feel every little hair on my body shivering in pleasure.
This overwhelming love has no end,
the touch has no limit and idolising you is beyond infinity.
Breath heavy my love, take my name.
Tell me you love me in the most sensuous way you can.
Pull me close. Grab me and tell me, “You’re the one!”
It’s my urge to learn the language which can only be felt and sensed even in silence and darkness…
it’s just passion within our souls which doesn’t change with time.
Nor today could,
not tomorrow will.