i am but a person a simple life force of this rime my time

need i ask more, need i say more or should i tell you this story, a line of words that will contradict the familiar but unfamiliar turberlance of sensual memories and on the occasion as it may be give you the impulse to scream.

can i say this with more then vague touches, can i fancy the warmth of it all, crasp it, until night fall's and i holler with the commoning of the full moon, swaying, as i hold a rosary in my hand, begging for the thought's of pure desire.

to know it is to want it, to feel is to yearn minute by minute of it's existence, like the arching of a back drawing you, more and more to the embodiment of encouragement, empathy is the emotional dwelling of it.

can i say that this is my simple thought of you, and it's only just a kiss.