even the walls cry out
….cause they recognize intensity
your splendid form (I become intent to see)
feeling passion’s propensity
to fit itself around us
in a glove
even the walls cry out
….cause love has many splendors
tender traces and streams
of the most erotic appeal
ultimately called on in dreams to help us deal
with those nights
when we’re both alone
but succulent visions and recalled moans
carry us miles from home
back to each other
even the walls cry out
….cause being your lover
effects me in magnetic ways
radiating an energy
of lust, romance, devotion
transfused to all those things surrounding me
I can’t define the emotion---
but basically it’s
mind & body/heart & soul
combined and entwined
into a union divine
shockwaves climb the full length
of my spine
even the walls cry out
….cause your beauty defies
simple convention
attention is necessary, since you supply
oxygen-like assistance
to breathing,
leaving all who witness
emphatically believing in
angels, Heaven, the power of God,
a mind-numbing creation
sending elevated sensations
as my eyes linger
across curves, down scintillating thighs
and arrive at the conclusion
that you are
either
the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
or simply
my most perfect delusion
of perfection
even the walls cry out
….cause it’s so apparent
all else becomes transparent
when I’m lost in close embrace with you
and desperately longing
to taste of you---
from your delectable spring
which brings reality to my dreams
as your flesh wraps around mind
and I dive in your stream
of bliss
happily tongue-kissing
various curves, ample enclosures,
this is heavenly,
and I begin to thank God for the exposure
to your warmth
your sweet wetness
and the multitude of treats
that leave me aching in pleasure
as I edge close to release
into rapture,
you---capturing my attention with deep kisses
me---longing to fulfill each of your sensual wishes
our desires enrich the air
in the form of thick, throaty moans
even the walls cry out, in wonder,
as our mouths and fingers naughtily roam
into uncharted regions and unexplored coves
satisfying our appetites,
until, together, we explode
in intimate appreciate
….cause they recognize intensity
your splendid form (I become intent to see)
feeling passion’s propensity
to fit itself around us
in a glove
even the walls cry out
….cause love has many splendors
tender traces and streams
of the most erotic appeal
ultimately called on in dreams to help us deal
with those nights
when we’re both alone
but succulent visions and recalled moans
carry us miles from home
back to each other
even the walls cry out
….cause being your lover
effects me in magnetic ways
radiating an energy
of lust, romance, devotion
transfused to all those things surrounding me
I can’t define the emotion---
but basically it’s
mind & body/heart & soul
combined and entwined
into a union divine
shockwaves climb the full length
of my spine
even the walls cry out
….cause your beauty defies
simple convention
attention is necessary, since you supply
oxygen-like assistance
to breathing,
leaving all who witness
emphatically believing in
angels, Heaven, the power of God,
a mind-numbing creation
sending elevated sensations
as my eyes linger
across curves, down scintillating thighs
and arrive at the conclusion
that you are
either
the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
or simply
my most perfect delusion
of perfection
even the walls cry out
….cause it’s so apparent
all else becomes transparent
when I’m lost in close embrace with you
and desperately longing
to taste of you---
from your delectable spring
which brings reality to my dreams
as your flesh wraps around mind
and I dive in your stream
of bliss
happily tongue-kissing
various curves, ample enclosures,
this is heavenly,
and I begin to thank God for the exposure
to your warmth
your sweet wetness
and the multitude of treats
that leave me aching in pleasure
as I edge close to release
into rapture,
you---capturing my attention with deep kisses
me---longing to fulfill each of your sensual wishes
our desires enrich the air
in the form of thick, throaty moans
even the walls cry out, in wonder,
as our mouths and fingers naughtily roam
into uncharted regions and unexplored coves
satisfying our appetites,
until, together, we explode
in intimate appreciate
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