Sweet breath on porcelain skin
Hands shake with anticipation
I see your face in crowds
Searching endlessly
Wanting to break silence
And whisper your name
Not now, not here
Wait, hold your breath
Opportunity will arise itself
How sweet you will taste
Pressed against these lips
My soul has an insatiable appetite
Thriving on the possibilities
Love is not a strong enough word
What I would give-
Just to able to touch your face,
Whisper into your ear,
Shuffle aimlessly in each others arms
Dancing to a song heard only in our hearts
A whirlwind romance
To sweep me off my feet with
Oh how I yearn-
To feel your skin against mine
The tension building
As does the friction
You burn inside of me.
If only I could be that pillow,
Upon which you lay your head on at night
That I may craddle your dreaming head.
To be the lips you press yours against each day
I crave you.
Edited by suzy christine, 12 December 2008 - 01:08 AM.















