sâmbătă, 19 septembrie 2009

poem2

Storm
Your kisses are so gentle your touch butterfly light
but that is not what I want on this dark and stormy night
I want you to let go of all those warning bells, I want to throw myself at you with a growl like a huntress from hell.
I want fo feel you enter with a little carnal lust, I want to hear us both cry out under every forceful thrust.
I want to feel your lightening and hear the thunder inside I want you to open the floods of passion forced to hide.
My thoughts are as dark as this electric stormy night, I succumb to your gentle kisses and your touch butterfly light.

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