By B.K.
Date: 3 February 2001
Hot House Blooms
Lingering thoughts play softly
on night air, tempting mind play,
remembering sounds of voices
crying out together over and over
again. Come to me lover, hear my
voice, you are desire, Your touch
leaves me burning, the smell of your
skin drives me mad with want of your
mouth on mine. Only you can rock
me in arms of raw earthly pleasure,
mind desires opening, bodies unleashing
intoxicating ravenous jungle heat.
This hot house fever, feeding urges,
compelling exotic orchid blooms.
bk
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