Saturday, 13 October 2007

I wonder, still...

Your fingertips running along my lips,
I feel the ever smooth, silken touch,
And I feel myself tremble.
My petal pink lips quiver,
In sheer anticipation,
Or is it thrill,stark,
I wonder,

I wonder,
Why, I feel your touch,
Burning me, molten hot.
Chills of desire, freezing me,
As, I sit up awake, trembling away.
And I realize, it is, yet another dark night,
Ever since, you dipped away, into the eternal goblet...

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