Mysterious

Mysterious
Abel Tasman, New Zealand

February 22, 2011

The Serenade

Dismorphic love
radioactive strong
I knew you
right way and wrong
This emotive heart
beats heavy and pure
Our passion secure
Their are no ghosts
haunting our minds
robbing us blind
no dissonant notes
to make our music flat
our song floats
flows like a saphire river
you quiver
with my fingertips
over your lips
and your hips
smooth
silken soft skin
parting gently within
the wait, blissful misery
there's an aching inside of me
enter exit rocking riptide wave
our bodies slaves
a fire within
Minutes into hours
before the explosion begins
soldiers set free
music to me
we moan
such a beautiful tone
that drives us crazy
as melting ice cubes travel
over the curves
the candles drip
the vehicle swerves
nails down my back
we are out of control
more sexual words
After, a reflective silence
more hugs and a kiss
Love is a serenade
that romances bliss

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