lostpoet

fair, beauty
what tainted fantasy
am I,
but the touch of your soft fingers
linger
the wants
the desires
and soon we taste each
others lips
dripping in the heat
of nightly passion
we dive into the cool
waters of love
which crash upon
the shores
of reality
when i lay
and look into your
eyes
i know
that
love that lights
my soul
also
illuminates
inside your being