2006-07-24
words mean nothing
outwards from mouthpreviously circling inside
aged and been waiting
spearmint breath compressing between tongue and teeth
between words
his lips careless warriors
morphing and pressing against each other
must be releasing in hopes to relieve each other
from the ecstasy of touch
begging for a hiatus from the labour
(that I could sleep eternal for)
of pushing out sounds of emotive melody
all dancing in love with one another
forming a book of heart for my ears to awaken to
and breifly for a moment
i am transparent and time stands still
all my mind can muster
is ways to become a part of your lips
afraid to ask for your kiss
Katrina at 5:02 AM