still poetry month...
another oldie of mine.
ask
i would feed upon you,
live on your glances, satisfied by
your scent , your intentions
i would feed on these
between breaths
tastes caught on the tongue
singing you
with my skin
damp alive
pulse
ragged music
dance you
wild
rock you slow
hungry again.
i looked this up here after i posted about the french bakery in millvale, hummmm
food, sex, desserts, sex...
and no, i do think of lots of other subjects, but few as fun as, well! ; )
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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3 comments:
NICE. Very sexy too.
thank you kid sir! ; )
i meant "kind" got me all flustered!
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