The Lover
Posted on 14. Sep, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Lust
I held her, against my body
Like a lover, an amazingly sensual spirit
Her touch burned me, made me writhe
Yet I would not let go, entangled in our passion
Our lips touched, pulling my sanity into bliss
I could taste her, no, I could only lose myself in her
She held me down, like I was powerless
My soul could not resist, nor could my body defy
Her tongue whispered, so quietly as she touched my ear
The fragrance of her lust kept me in a sedated rage
As my mind became lost in sharing, everything