Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Going Biological


Going Biological



The clock is ticking,
Faultlessly moving time ahead.
Our physiology will be pulled,
In and out of shape too.
Moments are golden when shared,
Ahead of the beating drum.
Tick and tock, tickety tock,
Clock won't stop,
Until we drop.
On some level of desire,
I melt and boil,
Glowing in a purging fire.
Lovers in a secret place,
Panting, breathing, smiling face,
Outline of your breast I trace.
Expecting beautiful explosion,
And your fear to fall, erosion,
Biologically enjoy my potion.