Passion

When the wind blows within sticky warm, you comes to me, slowly, sit and stare with tender eyes, monalisa smile hangs from your lips, misty locks kiss your chicks, - say some words without saying... and I look you feeling within mine. When the dusk come with a pale pallet and loneliness grasps all the day's earnings - you comes to rejoice the dampened mind and slowly, sit, adore my chicks with your fine fingers and I feel certain senses within my self, - I try to hold thy hand with my shivered tips... When the sky wear the stole of the light of full moon and the night queens float its drunken fragrance - you comes to me in the bare ground, slowly, lay, just on me, - I feel your bare breasts on my naked chest, breathing summer noon like, you just kiss my lips and I feel your lower secrets with that of mine...