Curve

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

I promise not all my thoughts are that of lust. There are many other things I like about you. Its not always about the way we fit together. Rarely does it end without us under covers. Pushing your hair out of your face I fall hard. Some thoughts of how I want you for forever. Other about you taking you, thinking of me. Arms wide to accept me for the ways I are. Legs open too as my face enters your mind. Our walks and talks that are deep for hours. Hands interlocked turned to hands held down. A look of love that makes a move on my heart. Not all the memories are that of our bodies wet. Forgotten are the worries of finding a new love. I promise to think of your thoughts with you. To find the page your on and read full before. But I cannot stop the hands that wander you. No want to finish with the way you start on me. Nights of lust leads to long slumbers beside you.