I need you to speak to me
melodically if you dare.
My heart longs for rhythmic
persuasion. I want to come with you.
I want to be enveloped in orgasmic
verse. Rehearse if you must, but
hurry. My heart is turning to stone.
I need you to speak to me
not sarcastically, but honestly. Do you
dare? Can you hear my heart?
I want to be caressed by the
sturdiness of your thoughts.
Forgive me for being so blunt.
I need you to speak to me. Be dirty.
Be real. Be sensual in tone. On the phone
is OK, but I need to look into your eyes
so that you can soothe my cries. Before my heart dies,
I need you to reawaken my soul.
Hubby says no for Blogathon next year. hee hee, yeah, right. Whatever!
Viva la Blogathon