Once my lover, now my freind What a cruel thing to pretend.. Oh, you creep up like the clouds.. And you set my soul at ease.. Then you let your love abound.. And you bring me to my knees.. But, it's so evil, my love, the way you've no reverence to my concern.. So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love, to save the pain of... Once my flame and twice my burn. |
Darling, give me your absence tonight.. Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white.. Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside.. And don't bother leaving the light on.. I suddenly feel like a differant person from the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion.. And I ran my hand over a strange inversion.. A vacancy that just did not belong.. The Child is Gone...... |
The Child is Gone |
Close your eyes, relax Reach out with your mind.....Trust Fill the silken tie...cover your eyes Finger tips trace your contours... Softly, slowly, so very slowly.. Your check, delicatly traced neck... Throut, exposed and vulenable chin..tilted gently upwards.. Warm most lips, brushing yours a glimps, then gone... Returning for your neck.. Feel fingers combing your hair Lips paused now..as neck meets shoulder.. Hot mouth..bitting , pressure increasing.. You are held more firmly as hands caress your back tracing along your spine..firm, slow, dift movements.. Then lower hands on your behind squezing, lifting, The mouth, persistant, almost painful, draning you Moving again now , you feel even now the most subtle change in your form under these lips As, lightly, and downward, you are exposed, closer to your breasts..You feel your nipples erect, waiting, wanting, They are circled, approced, little by little, closer.. Suddlenly they are engulfed, in a hot mouth..Toung teassing you, as it flicks over your bud, Soft, yet slightly rough, as it circles again and again.. Hands exploring lower still now..as you moan sofly Each new touch, a sensation focused, by absents of sight.. Then.. it stops.. No, Touch, Sight, Total silence You awaken .....alone. |
Love=Pain=Confusion=Tears=Joy=Hope=Love |
The circle of love |
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