heat blooming
in the path of intent
swirling sensations
teach desire
how to reinvent
itself
as other forms of friction
are scrumptiously explored
succulent breaths
of fevered flesh
are taken in
to lungs
so willing to breath deep
love's erotic wind
the good of desire
never lived so well
not as it does
when your very touch
ignites
my soul
you have me
not only in this minute
but now
today
tomorrow
and any other moment
you choose to own of mine
for all this seems so pale
in comparison
to what you create in me
so divine
pure
delicious
vibrant
love.......
(Feb 18, 2000 1045pm)