12/12/11

the days move on
swiftly into the clouds of colors, fade to black
and twinkle with hope
bitter chill, warm melody
words soft and inviting
lips like satin
soft to the touch
with lingering sensation
smoldering eyes
like fire just burnt to ash
but still burning with intense passion
temptation
lean muscle
sculpted, no carved
glowy skin
gleaming smile
my only hope
to wish to desire