Don't speak to me in common words
Cry out..to touch my burning flesh
Greet me with your sexy eyes
Love me with a heart, thats new and fresh
Give me long, and greedy whispers...
From the hunger in your lips....
Let your fingers Braille my body...
With your scourching fingertips..
I'll speak to you, in tongues unknown
I moan and cry, in wonder...deep
As you explore the depths of me...
While we forego our nightly sleep
I need the power of your kiss...
I miss your scent, left in the air...
A mixture of your smoke and fire
Combined with cologne you choose to wear..
Always stirring me and lingering on
Long after your presence is gone...
Like butterfly wings, caressing me soft
The whole of you turns me on
Such comfort your solitude is to find
And my body is tinging within...
Bringing my senses to raging bliss
With the sensation of skin, upon skin
Original Poem
written by Susan Jane Kahon
ICYU
August 8, 2003
4:14pm CDT
Recovered: Feb. 6th, 2024
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