Prelude to Passion
Let me describe
what I have in mind.
A couple hours
exiled from the world,
an afternoon of love.
Candles, music,
a bed, food, drink,
you and me.
Alone.
Together.
No one else
to penetrate our paradise.
Let me lay you down.
Climb on top.
Lean down to kiss you.
My hair will protect us
from the evil
outside the room.
It’ll be a barrier
made of steel.
My hands,
on each side of your head,
powerful,
soft guns.
They will touch,
caress
places which haven’t
been felt in a while.
Let me kiss
your birthmark,
scars, lips,
chest, fingers,
manhood.
Every inch that makes you
you.
My lips,
all over your body,
will seal your life to mine.
They will give you
the strength to
make it to the end.
Allow my lips
to heal you from
the outside in.
Touch my body.
Caress my thighs.
Wrap my legs
around your waist.
Enter my heaven
on earth.
Be still.
Relish the feeling
of becoming part of
one
which never existed before.
My body
will be your home
away from home.
Allow my essence
to fill the darkness
inside us both.
Connect with me
as only you can.
Lets take turns
climbing the oasis
together.
To explode
in glorious red and purple fireworks.
Don’t let people
define who, and what,
we are to each other.
As far as I’m concerned
you are the salt of my earth.
© June 30, 2009 by Lori