Outstretched legs that could reach the sky,
And nails long enough to lose an eye.
Curves small and soft, but defined and outlined,
Face tight, flawless, and often kind.
Pointed toes that swept deftly, precise,
And affection that came at a price,
Back tickled with golden hair,
A body most beautiful bare.
Elegant movements, jeté, plié,
Childish as very cliché.
Parents who raised their child right,
With the grace of a mythic sprite.
Shame everyone else had loved her too.
Do you still smell the same?
Intoxicating and inviting.
Being wrapped in your arms,
Would leave me drunk off desire,
Do you still taste the same?
Rich, and melting in my lustful mouth,
Like freshly pressed coffee,
And sweet fragrant vanilla.
Do you still feel the same?
Would your touch leave me trembling again?
Would my hands still know you?
Grip you tight in ecstasy.
I've become a slave to desire,
To my carnal pleasures,
To the needs of my body,
To the calling in my soul.
The need for unity,
Overwhelms my moral compass.
You entice me completely,
Even if I shouldn't have you,
I need to feel that second heart,
Race next to mine in ecstasy
Earth draws in,
The air tightens,
The fire burns bright,
The water eases slightly.
The earth calls out,
The air evades its own space,
The fire bubbles and burns,
The water dances on the surface.
The earth, pulls,
The air, leaves,
The fire, sizzles,
The water, flows.
Your breath, let linger upon my neck,
Your fingers, let trail down my side,
Your tongue, let fire a million nerves,
Your body, let wrap around mine,
Without guilt, without revenge. Just passion
Yourself, let take me to a heaven upon earth,
Your hands, let caring caress me,
Your lips, let lock and dance with mine,
Your voice, let charm and impress me,
Without hate, without sorrow. Just Passion
Your length, let thrust through darkened hours,
Your touch, let explore most elated,
Your words, let enter and plunder,
Your eyes, let see beyond their sights,
Without other cares, without distraction. Just Passion