Deep, in your thoughts,
As you read, my words,
With silent lips,
In a sweltering, summer night,
Your laboring breath, sensuously,
Exhaling, feverishly,
With a vengeance, held within,
Sweat droplets, cover,
Your trembling body,
Like dew, on a morning rose,
I hungrily, savor,
Each and every drop,
With passionate, gentle licks,
Tasting, your divine, body's nectar,
As your hands,
Desperatly, without success,
Attempt
To control, the raging storm,
Within their grasp,
Out of control, exploiting hands,
Awaken sensuousness,
Thought dormant,
As Desperate ears,
Soak in, heated whispers,
Of the night,
Closed eyes, gently absorbs,
These moments past,
Deep, in the chambers, of my thoughts,
I feel the warmth, of a rising sun,
Against, my sleep seeking face,
Creeping into my room,
Through the window, of my dreams
Burglarizing, all the sensuous,
Moments, of my night's past,
As I drift, into an unholy sleep.
I still clutch you,
Gently in my arms.

By William Bonilla......01/03/03