The thoughts, musings, and mind of Andy Galloway. So that and a nickel, at least gets you a nickel.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
The amber moon hung heavy
Kylie/Adele/Dada - Firebomb
The amber moon hung heavy
As
I entered the space
Where in the mist
we could meet
You knew I would come
You longed for my arrival
Knowing my desire
Only made
Your
Breathing grew heavy
Eyes blinded by desire
Greater as each
Step grew closer
Laden eyes burned
With a smoldering simmer
Passions heat rise
As
My fingers gentle trace
Across the petal's full dew dripped
in the mist
Of your secret garden ripe
A teasing rise
Along the smooth heated
Thighs
Pressing to me
In a primal harmony
Longing
As the moon rose
basking the two
As if it knew
The loging to draw
To kiss
To consume
And
Savor the desire that dripped
From your full lips
That only enflamed my desire
The contradiction
Of your rounded soft firm
Should dispel any fiction
Behind the friction
That erupts the flame
With every touch
With every fugitive glance
As the glory of one is revealed to the other
Passion dance burns
The firm
The soft
Speak in determined language undefinable
Which
Does not end
Until
The return of
The amber moon hung heavy
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