Greater Than Senses.
let’s fuse senses―
rub your hands on my shoulder―
I need to feel your
connection―
feel my grains of skin―thin as wafers
bleeding from the vital need of affection;
put your tongue inside my souls―
I need to taste your
religions―
kiss away chardonnay flavored coal fires
fueled by any hesitation impressions;
(I will take you there gladly)
embrace the fresh fragrances of emotion
I need to scent your
attention―
heed the burning lust within us
arousing all tensions through intervention;
be attentive for moans of instability
I need to hear your
stimulation―
listen for needs of on-edge muscles
to sooth with strokes of relaxation;
view spirits refining my desires
I need to see your
consecration―
rays of love outshining this moment
& resolving at the crest of culmination;
(silent as a breath)
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004