Caress My Skin

Melanated Infused

Infusing the need in me to want to explore, to conquer    
You taste the purest essence of me      
Relishing your palate in my needs, coveting your desires, feather stroking your yearns      
Inscribe your lust found deep in the core of me      
      
Enlightening souls seeking beautiful whispers in the dark      
Breath to breath      
Searching for the essential of his intellect      
Beautiful minds spiraling      
      
Cupid’s wings carrying the vessel of our being      
Encircled rhythmic pulses floating in midnight oasis      
Hidden dreams, visible hopes      
Caressing words upon the arch of life’s pedestal      
      
Coveting t...

Caress My Skin

Caress my tender skin
Such a soft blanket to touch as soul’s race toward the wind
Bathing, lavishing it, as time begin
In the presence of the heart and the mind
Sweet passion from the beginning of time
Sea salt and milk bathes to keep it laxed, Brazilian waxed
A Greek Goddess aphrodisiac to a Greek God when his family jewels are firm, his body relaxed

Skin soft as a rose petal
Adorned cushion for where the body settles
Supple when wet
Tender kisses bestowed to it, as the first day we met
Leisurely strokes as one may emotionally adore
Skin clenched in heightened passion, as the body pleads for more

Lay upon a bed of Heather
Skin to skin, aggressively moving against one another
Channeling one’s weather
Up and down, wet tongue ever so gently roams
Snaking into my softer skin, where rapture found under an erected kingdom, waiting for the c...

Galloping In The Wind

Dance unto my heart with such sweet tender words    
Take my mind, my body, covet the wandering spirit of my soul      
The galloping of your hooves in the distance of time I strongly prefer    
Over the rainbow and through the woods, always heard    
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the Sunrise's tweeting birds    
     
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates    
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate    
No gravity of time ever eradicates the balance of love’s equate    
Destiny of wicks, when, infused, the Moth becomes the fire and, in the allure, eternal flames    
Unstoppable and cannot be maintained or contained    
The whole needs the half to remember its own name    
 

Feet may run, ...