day & night…..
..thoughts of you filter through my brain
as I drift off to sleep
& thus the tempest rises forth.
..and I toss and I turn
because your lingering memory will not fade.
I think of your long mane,
Royal & Majestic
I think of your soft hands
moving upon my body.
I think of your body covered
in the symbology of spirit.
I think of your ass, nice and round,
and the way it sits in black leather.
I think of how your hips
sway as you dance with fire
and how your feet glide
in total syncopation
Like a snake slithering
through flames.
..and I think of how
filled up I feel when
you are inside of me…
…and I want to be
that fire, that flame
that so willingly
submits & surrenders
to your dance
your art,
your GOD

