The lines of your body
rival the finest silk
And the texture
of you
fills my mind with honey.
Your scent makes
my heart blossom
And I long to breath
in your touch
As the drug my body craves.
Your presence
disorders my thoughts,
Bringing light where warmth was
But a concept,
not a reality.
Let your mouth fill me up
As my ears long for
That sweet moment
When you bind the
Chord between us.

August 8, 1999

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