Drizzling from the past memories cling,

climactic acts tilting on frenzied wing.

Obsession that has many lives with baiting

breath,a long while removed from her sceams

of “little death.” Tormented by those evenings,

nights of thunder makes me wonder if I’ll ever

be free. Determined with muscle to wake up

from this dream,those bewitching curls is all

I can see.. Muse over mind and body whisper-

ing breezes and a warming touch,fantasy imitat-

ing art with the essence of true love. Still

smell the aroma from our lovemaking den

sexual graces all the way open. Primordial

moments reflecting through the sands of

time monster-sized passions crossing any

lines. Too long ago since I’ve touched her

skin…soo long ago since her eyes met mine,

empty years gone by the tearlike falls inside.

Yet in the present a longing heart once the

fog clears astounding what the heart hears.

The words I love you are just clouds now.