Lying wordless
the hours fall...
Alluring,
golden ambrosial skin...
I WISH I COULD MAKE YOU FEEL,
FEEL THE WAY I DO WHEN OUR LIPS MEET...
You look so pretty
Begging from beneath my boot...
As i lie here awake,
having just awoken from a dream...
Designed with a flame
of lusting desires...
I want you happy
Like a child blowing bubbles...
Finality gravitates
upon these moistened lips...
I want to ski down the slopes of
your skin, temper your rigidity...
That night in the weight room I looked into your...
That night in the weight room I turned away so you...
Within moonlight, shadows meld together
fervidly planting butterfly kisses...
I battle love and all its woes
as the son of Zeus and Alcmene...