The Gypsy Queen
03-05-2010, 05:43 PM
Rated for some sexual reference.
It doesn't matter that I can't see
I know where to go.
Lips on skin and hands in hair
Press and give, pull and push
Rhythmic ebb and flow
Sliding further down,
Hands trailing behind
Moans and whimpers sweet
Symphony in my ears and my
Pleasure clouded mind.
The twitch of muscle and beat of heart
So sinfully, delightfully alive
Pulsing and contracting
Writhing and panting
In the effort to arrive
At that pristine culmination
The struggle and the climb
And with every unified breath
The climax reminds us I am yours
And you are mine.
Copyright 2010
Notes: I don't know.
It doesn't matter that I can't see
I know where to go.
Lips on skin and hands in hair
Press and give, pull and push
Rhythmic ebb and flow
Sliding further down,
Hands trailing behind
Moans and whimpers sweet
Symphony in my ears and my
Pleasure clouded mind.
The twitch of muscle and beat of heart
So sinfully, delightfully alive
Pulsing and contracting
Writhing and panting
In the effort to arrive
At that pristine culmination
The struggle and the climb
And with every unified breath
The climax reminds us I am yours
And you are mine.
Copyright 2010
Notes: I don't know.