The empty shell of my former self
Like the barrenness of a dry well...
I know it is not gonna sound like it,
but this truly is a love poem...
I want to ski down the slopes of
your skin, temper your rigidity...
Teach me not to tremble when you touch me,
I am delicate as you deftly delve within me...
Hello world; no better then everyone else.
The strongest power is in my chest...
I hold your palm
face up...
Some do it on the beach,
With the fresh sea breeze...
The passion of today run in me,
The left over passion for an hour...
I love my world
I'll rock my world...
Fire burning soft,
Two snakes coiled, tension taut...
Touch me, kiss me,
Make me blush...
Alluring,
golden ambrosial skin...