The Gate

by

Luigi Lalumia

My dearest heart
Your body is pleasing to my eye
I must confess-
I have a fleshy desire
I love the way your body forms a hour glass
Please never leave my sight
For days, months and years
I could watch the hours pass

I am so distracted with the thought of you
I sruggle - I fight to no avail
I cannot concetrate on what I am supposed to do
Your lips have now entered the scene
When our lips meet
It feels as if you drink of me
So perfectly formed
Red and full
Yor lips invite me to stay
I will always stay

Forever I am drawn to you
In body, mind and soul
You complete me
Completly
In body, mind and soul
I am captured by your essense
I reach for you
You are my vine
You are my vine
You are my vine
My beautiful vine

Your bouquet fills my head
Your scent arouses my bodily appitite for you
I can taste you while I kiss the back of your neck
You turn your head to the left
Giving way to the nape

It is the gate
That guards your beautiful mounds
My mouth crashes through
Flooding the valley betwix the two
With kisses and humming and breath

I slowly slip off the tip
The pounding of your heart
Is a rapid beat in my ear

Thyne eyes are closed
They need not be open
To enjoy the view
Rather I feel my way through
With lips and mouth

Farther,
Farther,
Still Farther
I continue South

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