I want to make love to your soft white laced hands As they gently cradle mine, Mirroring the intensity of my grasp, Warming my fingers with smiling rays. I want to make love to your dark gothic eyes As their gaze finds my fears and confronts them, Thrusting hope into my soul, Pupils shinning with faith. I want to make love to your black lips As they whisper promises, Placing their pecks up and down my neck The water of your kiss extinguishing my doubt. I want to make love to your limbs As they lead me through unexplored shadows, Bringing me to sublime seas, to magic meadows, Helping me climb up mountains, up frightening cliffs. I want to make love to your beautiful song As you sing it with dark passion, Saving me from silence, Stirring in me a craving to dance to the music. I want to make love to your dreams As they stream into mine, Licking their dryness with strength, Faith painted on their canvas in wild, vivid strokes. I want to make love to your body As it enfolds me with pleasure, Teasing my arousal, grazing sensitive spots Until the hunger of my lust is fed. I want to make love to you Underneath every sunrise, every sunset. I want to make love to you When we lay exhausted in bed. I want to make love to you After we have taken our last breath and we lie dead my gothic lover
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 19:38:16 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015