a description of the way I feel when I have to wait to make love to my girlfriend. |
“The Humor in Passion” (Introduction) A description will have great impact on the feeling. It will severely increase the appetite, For the experience is the only quencher; The only hint at a resonlution to the obsession that my body has for yours. “The Humor in Passion” (Part One: The Wiat!) Constantly reliving throughout the day Until the magician has a chance to cast her spell again With a world of people surrounding I feel alone. My thoughts of you are domincant Suddenly I feel your lips on the back of my neck And goosebumbs rise to ward your ghostly presence away An innocent relfex, as basic as a blink Will bring forth vissions of the first time I held you I raise my arms to caress you Blood coursing and rushing through my body, becasuse of memory to all of the appropriate organs needed to please you In a few hours these organs will be put to use An aura of passion and wanting haunts me now. “The Humor in Passion” (Part Two: Indulgence) The wait is over The time has come To indulge in you To satisfy your craving for me We lay in bed and pretend to watch a movie Trying to be the stronger one Fighting the urge to give in Almost simultaneously Almost always We look into eachother’s eyes Signaling the start Of the next few hours of our lives We start with an appetizer called foreplay A small piece of the puzzle, but I have not unlocked your secret yet With my eyes closed and one hand supporting the back of your head I run my adventurous hand over your anxious skin and feel your thirst. I get near my destination, but never arrive Writhing around? No cheating You can imagine me giving you what you want But you cant have it Yet Moisture, indeed, gives cause for salavation The main course cannot be denied for long Our body heat radiates It forms a barrier that separates us from the rest of the world All we hear is labored breathing As if our lust is trying to burst through our seams We can feel the blood as it pulses through our bodies We are dead to the rest of the world The only thing that exist, in this moment, is you and I as one You grip the skin on my hips and pull me inside of you Your eyes roll in the back of your head Looking for some information to describe the pleasure that you feel Too incredible to handle I wrap you in my arms to subdue the bliss But only momentarily As we commence A combination of sweat and natural body secretions Create an aroma that will linger on my body for many months to come Taste buds change There comes a need, now, to taste the commitment To taste the release that you have bestowed upon me A quivering body indicates that I have unlocked your secret. “The Humor in Passion” (Part Three: Post) No longer labored No longer anxious We are more relaxed Mentally And physically Than any hypnosis or massage could ever induce The irony in that statement is that The phenomenon that just takes place is a healthy mix of both Our radiant barrier dissapates Our blood and breathing slows The rest of the world slowy creeps into our conscious again We take a dose of reality by pulling our heads up and checking the time Unrealistically, hours have passed With the expenditure of the residual passion The finest of hairs slip through my fingers as I relive the experience You caress the settled skin on my stomach You giggle when my body jumps Holding eachother We meld Drowning into the carelessness of a dream state. |