I reach for you…
Im left grasping at the small
Words that float and linger
Leaving tastes of want and hope
Lost in the nights sky.
Floating, floating like the ashen fire
That licks the nights
skin then fades..
Fades into the dawns hour
Forever floating just above
the edge of my dreams,
And the silent wake of the night.
The scent of Moroccan oil fills
My mind as the taste of lemon
And green tea fill my mouth.
Gentle sighs begin to drift across the
nights air as your lips press to mine
Warm and wet full of the hunger.
I leave forever more.
This craving goes to the depths of
My soul as none has ever done before.
Calls my name across mountains and
The tender soft of your skin.
The slow and gentle caress of your hands.
My heart aches for their touch, brings this man amongst men to his knees time and time again.
I am weak against nothing but the taste of your supple breast in my mouth and the sound of your heart next to mine.