"Sweet Demise"
If I ran my hands up the length of your dress
a subtle glance, a sweet caress
would you come to the door
is unspoken desire too much to ignore
Touch, kiss
your lips
my mouth
My hands
our bodies
your thighs spread
desire beckons like a siren
as we succumb
Your love is my sweet demise.
Copyright: 2011, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
