BEHIND MY CORNER

BEHIND MY CORNER

Ponder every word I feel
Leave me without giving a kiss
wither in my darkest hours
Kiss me in every lustful hours

Regret that I never told you
My Heart longs for your warmth
Warmth that I have felt
felt when you are beside me

Your eyes met mine
Mine met yours
Nothing wrong with that
Except there were no words present

I Touched your skin
Like butter spread on silk
I tasted your breath
Salt of lust.

Art in it's pure sense
That you are.
Warm and Wet
That you are, my lover
Be behind my corner.

11/4/96
9:21p.m.

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