Friday, May 11, 2007

Your Voice

Rips the membrane of my heart,
Soothes the discord in my soul,
Invades the world I hide,
Reaches parts that I withhold.
Your Voice
Touches Me,
I feel the caress progress
Slowly up my thigh,
I feel you penetrate
My defences,
One touch that makes me laugh or cry.
I'll hold your gaze.
You see?
Look closer,
Feel Me.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home