by Frank Balara

Created on: October 27, 2008   Last Updated: January 09, 2009

Dear Lover,

I want to walk in the cool water.

I want to feel the wet sand between my toes.

I want to be the sound, the breeze, the whisper.

I want to touch your dark silk hair.

I want to get lost in your ellipses.

I want tenderness.

I want to touch the stars -

Grab them, snatch them,

Fill my pockets with them.

I want to be the fury, the ecstasy.

I want to dance an erotic dance.

I want to laugh wildly - maniacally - at the moon.

I want to feel your ellipses,

Grind into me - crash with all emotion,

With all you weight, your milky white breasts,

Your knobby toes, your silky hair,

Your smoky eyes, your pouty lips.

I want to grind so close,

'Til all that will satisfy me,

Is to be inside you,

With every inch and every atom,

Of my being submerged,

Becoming one, becoming you, becoming whole.

I want to subside and laugh again,

Unintentionally.

I want to love.

Do you?

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