The lips, I wish to taste,
Are Yours,
Yours is the voice,
I desire, to invade my mind.

In the heat, of a warm,
passionate night,
The body, I crave,
Is yours.

As our souls burn,
In a stew,
Of ecstasy's pleasures,
To control, each other's
Sensuous desire.

The savage breathing,
I want to hear,
As primal, needs,
Reach our point, of no return,
Is yours.

Before the long waited,
Volcanic eruption,
Takes us, to an oblivious darkness,
Of a serene dream.

By: William Bonilla.......12/10/02