im not completely here
confused
tired
longing
but then again i have found a million excuses not to write
for years
a cocktail napkin here
a receipt there
countless half full journals
so i tried to conjure up better times for my virginal entry...
candied lips
whisper the essence of Eros
as they caress the curves
of my consciousness
the heat of your explosive touch
blinds me to the world beyond passion
slow rushes of pleasure
manifest in an insatiable desire
to be filled
with your love
melting into one sensual being
it is within your exhausted embrace
that i find the most complete
and honest madness
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