Only you

Alison Moyet performs 'Only You' Live at The Burberry S/S16 Womenswear Show

The crowd mumbles
At the beginning
Then
As if she didn't know
The orchestra plays
Reinforcing
The epic
She had been so glad
To let go
Release

She was afraid
You cannot
Blame

Yet

As always

Only you

He had not forgotten
Let the shadows pass
Marionettes
Doing
Pirouettes
As she had
So long ago
So long

The dance
Calling
How he could feel
Her curve
So glorious
Press against him
Wanting
Longing
For him
To press
Back
As urgent
As longing
As...
Beautiful
She couldn't know
He was already entrapped
So deep
To her
Her soft
Her curve
Drove him to the point
Of madness
So glorious
So
Desire
His hands longed
To fulfill
That which he had played in dreams
Again

And again

So Soft
So Supple
So
Beautiful

Consume me
As he consumed her
His heart cried

All I ever knew
Only you

Everytime we touch

Cascada - Everytime We Touch (Official Video)

He travelled to his storage locker today.  An opportunity to place his items into limbo while he waited for his entry into the paradise that would surely follow.  He was looking for his old motorcycle boots.  He longed for there comfort.  That's when he grabbed it.  An old leather jacket.  It was from so long ago, but its skin, so supple, cried out to him.  "Just put me on... what could it hurt?"

His arm softly slipped into the sleeve.  It embraced him, as it always had.  It felt good, so good.  His mind flashed back.

The backing, her into him.  She knew the soft curve.  How full, soft, she felt in his hands.  His hand, so clever, slipped into her inner thigh.  His rise met the rise of her heat.  Her cry  Join me.  Melt into me.  Embrace me.  Fully.  All addressed in her simple sft sway back  Pressing so softy, so sweet into me  Her longing desire burning ever higher,

Her beckoning cry, her pull was met by his push  Desire burned  The fire rose to an inferno as they burned and were consumed each to each

Dreams

Sting & Cheb Mami - Desert Rose (Remix Oficial) HD

The door opened
Electricity flew
From skin
So hot
Temptation erupted
From eyes so soft
So gentle

To hold
To embrace
If only for a moment
Stolen

Erupt from the past
To the present
For a moment
Only  a moment

She would move
Her backside
Against
Longing for a response

Heat primeval
Burned from inside
Drawing
Waiting
Longing

His hand slid
Across the glory
Of her pressing toward
Reveling in her firm
Gift
Waiting for him to open
So soft
So fine

He drew
So high
Against her thigh
So hidden
So glorious
Forever rising toward
The sweet intoxication of her love
So soft
So warm
So
Intoxicating

Passion burns
Contact
Higher
Ever Higher
While

Her press forever burning back

The Ride

Richard Thompson - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning


Today he went for a ride
Nowhere in particular
Deadly dance
Traffic so thick
Stick
In
Or out
The dodge
The dart
So smart
Three steps ahead
You have to be

Mind drifts
As its want
Happened weeks ago
Perhaps months
One or two

She had returned
His Molly
Bonnie lass
How
Her fingers ran
When they ran
Through his hair
Up there

There

Where

Time could stand still
For only a moment
Before
She ran

Inglorious goodbye
Yet
He smiled

She was his beautiful bird
Flying in his mind
Forever
But this day
For a moment
He allowed her
To build a nest

For a moment

He saw her glory
He saw that she was happy
Or as happy as she could be
Maybe

Maybe

Let her know
She was glorious
He was so proud of her
Her
She had survived
If only
She had fought the fight
And won
He was proud

With a turn of his throttle
He had to pass
She had to fly
And he

He had to ride
All the while
Avoid
Running out of road