" A Sense of Love " Do you enjoy this?
c. 97, Miriam M. Wynn
This sense of self,
This sense of life,
This sense of love?To kiss and then to lick
And then to dream . . .
To wish with every taste of you
A honeyed scream, a cry,
A moan of love,
Of need,
Of want,
Of you?I do.
Such gentle, limpid eyes I do adore;
And I would gaze into them evermore . . .
Sore, all over, with the touch of you,
The pound of you,
The hurt of you,
The crush . . . so much . . .But then it's not enough--
Oh do you want this,
Do you ache for it,
Do you fantasize?
When all the lights are down do you touch yourself
And try to explore every private inch of you without me,
When you know the only one who hits your spot
Is me?The truth is I cannot wait
To bruise your skin;
With my teeth I shall tether
Every little sin;
I shall soak you up and
Devour all that's within;
I shall own and stamp you
With myself, of course . . .And when you writhe
I shall push myself into you,
Press my breasts against you,
Open my sex to you
And inhale:My soul shall be intertwined with yours;
Your conscience mine,
Your libido divine,
I shall crave and eat
And then unwind . . .My love,
In all our secret,
Passionate embraces,
There is nothing,
Nothing
That I wouldn't do,
Nothing that I couldn't do--And so I am everything
In the world to you . . .
I hope you know this.I shall kiss you in the morning
And leave you wanting;
I shan't return your calls
And I'll leave you panting,
Begging . . .Crazy, you'll arrive in my
Bed chamber at sunset;
Rip off my clothes and then
Thunder into me . . .And when you do I shall laugh
At the pleasure of teasing you;
I shall sigh as you impress your
Self into my own supple being;
And intermingled we shall
Breathe and move as one together,
The two backed beast of love . . .Ah, I cannot wait, to come and then to leave
And then to fall to you again;
Kiss me now, ever, reassure me of your need;
Let us close our eyes and begin the
Rapturous journey once again. . . .