Your neck against my lips,
Tasting of your essence.
I drink in the measure of your soul,
And weigh your worth with teeth.
Soft whispers of fingertips,
Summoning the beast within flesh,
Taking what you have offered,
Grasping still for more.
Thirsting for your depths,
Deeper meanings within rain.
Your eyes to mine,
Tumultuous in the heat of passion,
Intense and unmatched in their ferocity,
Silver shadows ensnaring me.
I drink in the measure of your soul,
And weigh your worth with teeth.
Soft whispers of fingertips,
Summoning the beast within flesh,
Taking what you have offered,
Grasping still for more.
Thirsting for your depths,
Deeper meanings within rain.
Your eyes to mine,
Tumultuous in the heat of passion,
Intense and unmatched in their ferocity,
Silver shadows ensnaring me.
- © Foxlette 2006

Your neck against my lips, 



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