Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Fire Next Time

I will surely be consumed
By
This passion that burns within

While
My days filled with solitude in crowded rooms fill my present
I look to future
Kisses
Caresses

Shoulders are for leaning
Arms are for holding
Tongues exploring

Let me taste you brother of the night
Let me ride
Shotgun

Its been too long
Come let me hold you

Innocent and sweet
Sticky and wet
Naughty with streaks of nice

Young, eager and willing.

Lust burns bright
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