His voice carries my heart as no one's voice does
It carries it to a dreamland of possibilities and what could bes
As if when I think of him at night, he's thinking of me.
Maybe it's foolish to desire what my heart can not acquire
Silly little heart, Must he set my soul on fire
Ugh!The very thought of his presence runs my hand over
my breast down my torso into my panties
His hands are simply my strange little fantasies
For this man, this beautiful man does not yet belong to me.
It plays with me tenderly just the very idea of this creature.
For it's never quite the same as the imagined feature (It's better)
I've built up this human to an impossible supernatural
So perfect in fact this dream could not be factual
But I yearn for the intensity of that first orgasmic day
we finally meet. It will be explosive as your sensual words
pierce through me to my core.
My body will readily ask for more.
But not from his lips, let his hands have the floor
for those strong, masculine hands work through every kink/every sore.
As he lets his hands wander to my forbidden places
I'll look into his eyes, grab his head and connect our faces
because his lips make me crazy. One can't even imagine
The one touch my body's craving can only be satisfied by him
With his hands, his mouth, his teeth his.......
If all are half as strong as his words ....
He will be mine. I will allow myself to be taken
This man has me thinking of rules to be breaking.
I know this could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong
I wish this were right
I wish he were the one I fell asleep beside at night
and wake up to just another day of his love
I wish this were reality, but clearly it's just a dream I'm dreaming of.
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| He holds my heart.. <3 |
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