My fingers ache, as does my soul.
Release the words from deep below.
Reveal my darkest deep desire.
Relish in the feeling while…
My heart it speaks of my sweet Muse.
My soul mate, friend and sometimes fool.
That special person with the power to,
Make me smile and lives my words.
Gives with kindness oft unheard.
Graces me on each fine day with purest love.
But back to pleasure, prose and joy.
Licking lips and screaming “Ohhhhhh!”
Softest touch against my flesh.
Fingers grip against the edge.
Toes do curl and feel that clench?
That’s the spot and soul is drenched.
My heart, my love is yours to quench.
And swiftly so do I return.
Dreaming daily of your arms.
How they hold me close at night.
Watching stars by candle light.
Pointing out the one that guides.
That’s the one! It shines so bright!
Yes it shines but dull compared.
To that light within your heart.
This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.
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