music

Sing me a song with your tongue but let me write it with mine. I'll do your body like this poem and take my time.

 Starting at the top working you out line by line.

 My heart plus your heart, beats. Now we have a track to add to the melody that was created between you and me.

Looking at your mahogany, brown skin makes me want to lay you down and get on top. Dancing to the rhythm of our emotions. 

  Spontaneous, freaky, sexy and wild, sets the tone of our freestyle. We battle, throwing our verses at each other, going deeper and harder with every word, spoken.

Write me a poem with your eyes, because I love to stare into them and read into your mind.

Let’s have a conversation just your lips and mine, no words please, I only want to speak in the language of our bodies.

We already know each other externally but I want you to know me internally, and I want to feel you as you get to know me through and through.

The force behind your motions causes my soul to speak.

Lay next to me so we can listen to the silence of our bodies pressed together, as we head for relaxation.

Sleep with me and replay our images like a movie with the music we made as the soundtrack for this dream.
 

-mkd