Hot wet kisses fell from your tender painted lips,
as wanton primal desires arose quickly from within.
For I watched, as you from the bed to the dresser did walk
And with that eloquent sashay and a tender smile,
you beckoned unto me, not to leave, but to stay awhile.
I felt my heart pound and my head begin to swim,
as I realized that I, was becoming a prisoner to your every whim.
I felt faint from the passion that began to sear my fragile mind
For I long to hold you, and drink from the fruit of your vine.
I want but of your love to savor, I long for a taste,
I want you to want me, I want you to be mine.
For I desire the touch of your bold and hot embrace
And I want to make love to you until the end of time.
So kiss me my darling, and hold me ever so tight,
make love to me like there is no tomorrow,
and chain me to your heart and soul tonight,
for I am intoxicated by your passions sweet wine.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
for I am intoxicated by your passions sweet wine.
if she is a vine as well, well it serves thee is much, very sweet Allen, a nice rendition, ty al
Passion and love excells
in this gem. I read it over
and over....outstanding,
my friend.
Yf, *Linda*
Beautifully spoken.
Is our J. Allen in love, or what?