Sunday, July 23, 2006

Cascading is the lust.
So powerful are the waves.
Caught up in a flowing river.
Desire is what she craves.
Hold me spread before you.
Take from me, what you've needed.
A slave to all your pleasures.
All your fantasies exceeded.
Blurred becomes the line between,
What is taken and what is given.
The flow of passion continues on.
Pain and pleasure driven.
The air is thick with moans.
Sheets absorb desire.
Never ending is my wetness.
Un extinguished is your fire.


Spirit said...

The flow of passion write how I feel ...incredible ..

adam said...

There is a wonderful mix of pleasure & pain--"blurred becomes the line between"--which flows through your words.

I've read this one 3 times, and each time, I find something striking & thought-provoking..., passionate.


Brandy said...

Thank you both.

gia said...

I see myself in these words as well, and it's breathtaking to read.