Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Stolen Time

Like a stallion running wild
My heart starts to beat
It gallops to the rhythm
As his kisses makes me weak
And there
Exhale and repeat
He holds me closer and my palms start to sweat
As his warm breath crash against the nape of my neck
Exhaling to control my hunger
My want
My need
My will to suppress them, I shall no longer feed
I close my eyes as my tongue trails his lips
Our legs entwined
Energy flows from toes to our finger tips
Tightly we embrace as if tonight was our last
My fears start to fade, shadowing the past
He caresses my body one inch at a time
And I, his, as if it were mine

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