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Crystallized gemstones dance in my eyes
The smell of gardenias fill the air and I am
Taken aback by your Egyptian Musk..
The sounds of the congas and timbales sensually
Arouse rhythms of one becoming two and intertwining
Like double helix’s and forming our own figure eights
Although the consummation only exists in my mind
Well paced complacency leads me to do nothing while
The reverie of silhouettes embedded floral scented satin sheets
Locket of my opium filled chambers of stored up sentiments and
Fantasies unleash into a scurry of shivers which you incite with
Earlobe whispers, Treason to my heart betray me!
A surrender to a surreal moment of peace and relaxation with you
A moment where past the mystery to potential discovery we await
Is tonight going to be the night of percussive merging’s or a night of abstinence
Slowly torturing every sense in possession of the possessed.
Clenched fists drenched sheets intrusive thoughts permeate my
Unconscious as we sip drinks in lounge of enchanting bewitchment
You who kiss my lips while gently thumbing my heart shaped rose quartz pendant
Which hangs neatly around my neck and teasingly
Beckoning me with the sizzle of barely a touch
But the insinuation is more than I can phathom
And I collapse in the weight of words and rapture spoken without
A single graze but my imagination is the phantom
You haunt me with words and slight impact
Can even feel you fondling me in your mind
Behind the music the ambiance of tropical sounds
And exotic drinks we are caught in a whirlwind of civilization
Civilized conduct yet we use our minds to take it
Past Rated R… Dare I for fear of blushing have a …
Naughty thought that involves you crashing into me
Like an ocean of potions rising to crests of devotion.
I sigh and lean back in my chair
Yet you lean forward and toward what could I do?
This could possibly be my undoing, should I or shouldn’t I
A soft slight undoing of total abandon can passion really wait
Can my intellectualizing and thinking seriously abate what hath
Been spawned by the ambient suggestions that happily hold me prisoner of the moment.
You who kiss my lips while gently thumbing my
Heart shaped rose quartz pendant
Which hangs neatly around my neck and teasingly
Beckoning me with the sizzle of barely a touch
But the insinuation is more than I can fathom
And I collapse in the weight of words and rapture spoken without
A single graze but my imagination is the phantom.