I carelessly entered into the elevator
Someone else rushed into it too,
O my God! …. it is you…
It’s been centuries since last week
I haven’t seen or touched you…
We have only two minutes
Behind the scenes to be together and be true …
Anticipation of your fire
Melting my essence is running through
My veins and overcomes my mind
Like a crazy, astral shower….
The hope of being hugged by you
Stirs my heart with sweet desire…
To quench my sensual thirst for you
Seduction was my weapon…
Spontaneity unbuttoned a pleasant view…
You grabbed me by the waist
And pulled me towards you…
I loved the little roughness
And your flowing, strong energy
Coursing through my body;
That moment only You and Me…
Nothing matters except your luscious lips,
Your stolen kiss I savor for an eternity…
One minute left to reach to the top…
With pounding hearts behind the iron doors
We slide our burning hands under shirts and pants…
And in between…
To feel the warmth and softness of the skin…
The lift might stop and someone might come in…
Please open your eyes and wake up from this dream;
The throbbing fear of being caught behind the scenes
Is a thrilling part of the passionate love-making…
By Ankin Timourian
Copyright © 2009
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
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