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.
Hmmmm..lovely ebb and flow to this.
ReplyDeleteDamn, is this room warmer? ;)
So glad it got you in the way of that rhythm and heat.??
ReplyDeleteYour comments are like fuel to the fire I have for expression,
So please take away with you yet another Huge Hug. xx