Part Two:
There is no where I rather be but in his arms before I become alarmed
I want him to hold me and be by my side I want him to caress me and tell me hes mine
I want to feel the warmth of his body the way I did last night.
His lips on mine, his hands on my thighs forward and backward everywhere I cant deny
The feelings I feel are taking me high, he touches my body it becomes more fragile, Im up in the sky, unconscious he feels me not knowing of all these feelings hes aroused. His body feels warm next to mine, temperature is rising and Im feeling it, its about time.
Bodies in heat, feelings, and emotions we cant defeat.
Palms, full hands, legs, arms, feet, the body core all perspiring with passion,
All amazed, all in awe, ALL , and nothing all.
The war has begun, yet the soldier
has no gun.
There is a pause; He plans to save the cause.
Im amazed, and crazed.
The man I have no feeling limitations for has corresponded and now hes gone leaving me in a daze, long period of silence before the passion is restored.
His body is calling mine yet speaking no word
Fragility of my senses kicks in as I lie in bed; there are a million thoughts in my head,
I wonder should I continue.
If I continue, he might think less of me or I can gain everything.
If I stop, this might be the end and I will have lost.
Im confused I dont know what to do, should I speak the truth
or just proceed to be with you.
Proceed or reject I am subject to regret.
I may lose in both decisions or I may succeed, yet
I cant know what he is thinking with precision unless being in his seat.
I decide to give in, he seems to be surprised
I can tell by that look in his eyes,
I am amazed shocked, cautious, the unmentionable
These feelings I cannot control
I want him, I hold him I have him, He is mine.
We are both in bliss once again another kiss,
the pleasure the happiness the ecstasy of him being with me.
The skies hold many secrets known only to a few,
How dewdrops form on roses and violets turn blue,
How tides are ever changing and seasons come and go;
How gardens are green with summer and white with winter snow.
How the stars over Fresno are seen in Santa Cruz, too,
And reflections from the heavens turn the oceans blue.
The skies hold many secrets too deep for us to know
Until we get to heaven beyond the moonbeams glow
The truth, the dreams, and the illusions will flow.
Though it is not a spring-like day, sweet spring is in my heart;
And thats because I have my baby from whom ill never part.
Yes, be it rain or be it shine, my heart is filled with joy;
A joy, which permeates my soul, which nothing can destroy.
No matter what the world may give, its riches cannot win;
For Gautam is my life and I belong to
