Monday, February 13, 2006

And in the idle darkness, comes the bite!

Good God, come to me, touch flesh
with fantasy, fill wintered nights of
longing, in cherrydream.

I lie awake - it's 3 am and my pulse
races at the thought of eagerhand
as it searches pulp beneath cotton
dress, beneath innocence.

Seperate lips with tenderbreath, Tesoro,
while whispering, 'Tu si bella' and this
european blood will stir,
this european blood will stir.

2 comments to Cher:

Lost Days said...

Massaging soulful emotion,
thoughts caressing heartflow,
images stroking imagination,
sensuously spoken verse,
moaning in primal tones,
angelic presence shining,
stirring depths of lust,
ripples in love's pond,
ecstasy's unlimited rush

Cherilyn Ferroggiaro said...



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