Can you feel them
Soft and gentle
Warn caresses drifting lightly
Across your back
Soothing
Gentle movements
A firmer squeeze
Fingers that blaze a trail
Of Fire
Can you feel them
The pulse of my heart
Fingerprints of the soul
Can you feel them
Soft and gentle
Warn caresses drifting lightly
Across your back
Soothing
Gentle movements
A firmer squeeze
Fingers that blaze a trail
Of Fire
Can you feel them
The pulse of my heart
Fingerprints of the soul
mmmmmmmmmm Hugs Thrall love this, can feel them on my skin
Butterfly kisses to my flesh
Awakening, tantalizing nerve ends
Evoking slumbered emotions
Memories rekindled as lost friends
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
In blazing hands
Of burning flesh
To light the darkness
Where the mind is still
But will never rest
Powerful hands kneading, sinking in
Mind restful, fingers caressing my soul
Your touch electric, firing my skin
Combined, in harmony, melded & whole
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
In gracious moments
Of tender touch
A gift of joy
The pleasure of trust
Feel not the sorrow
Of journeys past
There is a soul
Forever it lasts
Lustful breaths rasp across eager lips
Anticipating your touch, my skin alive
Firm hands caressing my hungry flesh
My being afire, fingers searing my soul
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
As chant enchants
Amusing thoughts
Enthralling words
Of melodious song
To touch and feel
Palm to palm
Bodies embrace
With passions rapture
Fingers brush gently over skin
Unmasked thoughts & dark desires
Body naked, your soul exposed
Craving to feel my touch invade
Pulse racing & heart pounding
Breathless, wanton eyes plead
This yearning a desperate need
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
In hands the hold
As fingers touch
The keys of libertine desire
With feral breath and carnal thoughts
Unchain the erotic beast
To devour flesh
And consume the mind
Savoring the soul
Of honey wine
Summers sun caressing my skin
It touch warming me from within
Tasting laughter, joy and love abound
Life’s harmony sings upon gentle breeze
Awake, my meaning & reason found
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
In every thought
There is a dream
That floats gently on the wind
Tasting your touch
My body craving
Eager flesh devouring
Your silken caresses
Our souls embraced
What once was lost
Completed & whole
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
The cooling brush of velvet mist
Buffeting against warm skin
A fog that spreads throughout the soul
A billowing cloud form the sky
Clinging to earth with
Wispy fingers embracing
Finding quiet peace in
Hallowed ground
The tranquillity of your touch
Soothing body & eases the mind
Peace at last, life in my cloud
The world lost, forgotten, behind
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
You two need to get a room and soon.
WB
In rooms we live
In rooms we die
In rooms that share
The spaces in our minds
faceless, room with no windows
Four walls, humorless staring not
To endure such, to be with you
Is a room with a perfect view
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
In wistful winds
The den of dreams
Listen closely
As soft voices sing
Sweet very nice sis
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound thee
KAHLIL GIBRAN, The Prophet
Your dreams caress my soul
Like velvet to the touch
Melodic voices I crave to taste
Lustful thoughts lingering
Into the darkness your light I seek
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
Your voice caresses
Whispered touch
You shimmer
On the edge consciousness
The blade
That slices the soul
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