Drunk In Love

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Velvety red
Blooms in summer’s heat
A spell that is cast
Drawing a desire to kiss, her lips, as sweet
Slightly parted, moistened to a sheen
Resembling morning dew
Eyes they follow the drops that do
Trickles like honey
Slowly
Seductively
To lick, to taste, her nectar’s drink
Like wine of berries and spice
Her potion does entice
A kiss
And after the kiss
Am
Drunk
In
Love

Ax

To Touch

  
With a touch that trails along her flesh.

Thumbs that press against her temples.

As fingers lace behind her head.

Draws lips to lips with kisses.

Frequent soft pecks, some that land hard.

Taste of sensuous tongues dance to rhythms tune.

Beating hearts pound, jungle fever swoons.

A dance to trance, that consumes.

Charged by touch that sparks.

Lightning strikes, followed by thunder that roars.

Engulfed by passions throes.

Blood streaming, veins flowing.

Hot and cold unite, a tempest is unleashed.

Winds whirl, tornadoes begin to swirl.

Spinning minds, drive fluttering hearts.

Drips of sex, oozes, freshly squeezed.

The pit is horny, it screams inside.

To touch, touch every inch.

To touch, touch the long.

To touch, touch.

To touch.

Ax

Recapture Her Heart

  
She held herself with grace,
spinning loosely with a glow upon her face.
An ease of mind,
and a heart, a heart so kind.
Giving her love, the only way she knew how,
with all that she is, was, her vow.

No silver platter, no silver spoon,
she worked hard with a cheerful tune.
A pillar for him, standing by his side
through ups and downs, nothing to hide.
To protect the ones she cared for,
a wife, a mother, prepared to go to war.

To hold the love between him and her,
this angels fiery passion is like no other.
Time that passes, falls wayward,
from life’s daily grind, it wavered.
Never an answer, to questions asked,
always ending in tears, many times masked.

Far to long her misery grew,
blossoming at times as if he knew.
A token gift celebrating days
after being away missing her birthdays.
He has no clue, her silence is deafening,
tearing apart the fabric of their being.

He really has no clue,
she doesn’t want a gift to warm, she wants you.
Being in love isn’t that hard,
just drop the guard.
Easier said than done, right? wrong,
it’s all a matter of want, like the song…

“Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on my knees and look up at you”

A simple act of love costs nothing at all to start,
just one moment to recapture her heart.
It’s there, waiting for his touch,
to be embraced in his clutch.
Three words that would make it right,
the I and You, bridged by loves light.

Ax

song quote, Sexual Healing ~ Marvin Gaye

Thoughts of You

  
Between here and there,
the space is filled,
with an ache to touch,
to feel,
to be.

Embraced by the breath,
that escapes from a yearning,
beating,
heart.

Letting go,
of haves and have nots,
for the sake of falling,
into a moment of want.

Spiraling sensations,
that tingles,
in the pit of a belly that hungers.

A thirst for a kiss,
never had
but wished it to be.

Soaked to the bone,
as a tempest invades,
the mere ecstasy of desire.

Sending every fiber,
that vibrates and twitches,
every muscle,
uncontrollably insane.

Driving mad,
the chances lost,
that could have been,
with thoughts of you.

Ax

Through A Mirror

image
A window that never opens
A vision engraved in a silver lining
Fragile glass that holds seven years of luck
If you fuck with its shape you’ll get the bad
Stare if you care
Just with the eyes undress
Touch if you dare
To have and confess
Melt into the pane and swallow the silver
Tripping the light fandango
Step into the magic of desires tango
Grasp
Clasp
Unravel the mystery
Dive in gingerly
Naked flesh in wait
Want of touch is fate
That fuses hearts blistery
A whirlwind slithering with witchery
Casting black romantic magic
Tragic that it’s all a dream
Drifting to thoughts of nesting
Two peas in a pod cresting
Angel Eyes, reflecting in silver
Images, through a mirror

Ax πŸ™