The moment

Rihanna - We Found Love ft. Calvin Harris

Hopeless
Means nothing
There is always hope

Her greeting
The soft part of her letgs
Never went unobserved

Or the soft draw along the spine
Of the book
Coinciding with the bite of her lip

The moment burning
Would remain
As she stood
As she waited
As she longed

For him

Contact

She waited
Leaning against
His car
Waiting only
For the invite in

She didn't know
How he longed

For the touch
The caress
Enveloping
To draw
Her
To him

The press
The pull
To be lost
In his kiss
As his burning
Longed

For her

Perhaps for a moment
Sacred
His longing
To devour
Envelop
Her

If only for a moment
Stolen

To match
Heat
For
Heat
Burning

In completion
Ecstasy
If she would
Move
Beyond
For a moment

A moment
Eternal

What else

The Rolling Stones Heaven (Nicolas Rada Unofficial Remix)

The one
So precious
Gentle
Body press
Against mine

Twilitght gone
The moment
For one
To move
His hand longs
To press
The softness of her neck
Close
Ever so

Ever so

Pull close
Her
To
Him

Her burning heat
Could be disguised
for a moent
in the shifting char

None but Her could know
Woul
In her silent rub
Ever so

building higher

Her laugh
Her grin
Foreer hiding
The heat within

In the laugh
half smoke
Half laugher
As the press
Draws
Hard
From the
Soft
Pressing
Reisistance
Against
Her longing
Onslaught

The gods
Wait
To delight
In the
Supple feel
Upper thighs
So soft
So drawing
Longing
To feel his touch
In the interval

Of kisses
So light
So hot
Burning trace
Up
While she
Exteds
Further
A little
Lost
Drunk
In heer desire

Her hands
Trace from her belly
Up
Towards
The heaven
She always knew

If only for a moment

While his press
Ushered her
Toward
The Heaven
She had only dreamed of

Had only felt of

If only for a moment

Touching spread
Pusing nerves
Drew
Him
Where she unged
Where she felt
The death
If only for a moment
To live

To die

In his arms
For a moment

Fleeting

Made all of it
Worth it
For in his burning touch

She had reached heaven

In the trace of his kiss

She had entered

Paradise

Heaven

The Rolling Stones Heaven (Nicolas Rada Unofficial Remix)

The one
So precious
Gentle
Body press
Against mine

Twilitght gone
The moment
For one
To move
His hand longs
To press
The softness of her neck
Close
Ever so

Ever so

Pull close
Her
To
Him

Her burning heat
Could be disguised
for a moent
in the shifting char

None but Her could know
Would know

In her silent rub
Ever so

building higher

Her laugh
Her grin
Foreer hiding
The heat within

In the laugh
half smoke
Half laugher
As the press
Draws
Hard
From the
Soft
Pressing
Reisistance
Against
Her longing
Onslaught

The gods
Wait
To delight
In the
Supple feel
Upper thighs
So soft
So drawing
Longing
To feel his touch
In the interval

Of kisses
So light
So hot
Burning trace
Up
While she
Extends
Further
A little
Lost
Drunk
Desire

Her hands
Trace from her belly
Up
Towards
The heaven
She always knew

If only for a moment

While his press
Ushered her
Toward
The Heaven
She had only dreamed of

Had only felt of

If only for a moment

Touching spread
Pulsing nerves
Drew
Him
Where she hungered
Where she felt
The death
If only for a moment
To live

To die

In his arms
For a moment

Fleeting

Made all of it
Worth it
For in his burning touch

She had reached heaven

In the trace of his kiss

She had entered

Paradise

Sometimes

Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes (Secret World Live)

He
Would drive
So far
Headlights illuminating
nothing
With each pass
Only darkness created
Poured out while

Passing
The road
A cement
Mississippi
Caressing movement
Forever forward
Forever distant
While memorials
Pass
As silent sententials
On the side
Moments
Transformative
The burning slide
The moments death
Bursting with life
The touch
The caress

As they

Slide
By sight
While memory
The wolf
Rises
Bites
Strains
At the constraints
Placed
Against
The world
So far distant
From the world
Of hope
He looks
Only to find
Her eyes
The gentle tempest
Recognizing
Accepting
Longing
Before
The clouding
She knew
But could not submit
She would remain
The flotsam
Tossed dead
By the rivers bed
Side
To be lost in the foam
Yet
She billows
Rises
With
the froth
Clings to life
Longing
Waiting
For the one
To find her discarded
driftwood soul
And caress
While he
Waited
For the slightest movement
Any movement towards
Any
Waiting in a stasis
Devastating
While she waited in her
Frothing
Devastation
She bought
With the price of her soul
Salud!

I get so lost sometimes
So it goes

Ready steady....

Madonna - Ray Of Light

It happens.  Every morning.  Pioneer?  Prisioner?  Victim?  Victor?  What will you choose?  For in the end, you know, it is your choice.

The song, so bittersweet, from a dusty haired siren, filters to you.  Call to rise?  Call to your death?  You laugh.  It's all you can do.

All you can.

For its your choice.

It is your dance.

In movements...
Subtle soft
Move majestic!

Don't count on others.  They will turn.  Loyalty means nothing to them.  I suppose it shouldn't.  The world was here first.  The game goes on.

Every mountian climbed, finds only another mountain.  Climb anyway.  In the struggle, is life.  And where ever their is life.  There is hope.

Climb.

You are magnificent.  Remember that.  The weight is not so heavy.  You can bear it.  You will bear it.  You have done it all your life.  Do it smiling.  They cannot break you.

They will not break you.

With only a quick movement, turn the smile into a smirk.

You are a survivor.

The gods wait...

To delight in you.

In you.

You are a miracle walking.
You are the thunder.
You are the lightning.
You possess power.
Unleashed...
Makes sure...

The bastard's wont win
They could never win
It's merely there game
Where you refuse
To be a simple pawn

You are so much more
Unrestrained

I tell you
Only
What you already know

You are the Victor
You are the Pioneer

The day
is yours

Ready
Steady
Go!

The strech

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiKj1FNBE3Q

She was so clever.  Her stretch, might loose her balance.  Called him to place,  his hands on her hips.  So full.  So supple.  So glorious

The soft supple curves... burning.  Waiting.  Wanting.

She turned her head.  The smile.  To let, it be known, advance would be welcome.  If only he would listen to the drums.  To her drums.  Beating.  Pelting.  Burning to be met the touch by flesh.  His flesh.  In her most secret, her most sacred.  Heat rises.

One of his hands followed her supple curve down.  The other up.  The rise.  A smile accentuated by her press back.  The brush.  The touch.  Flesh crying to flesh. 

Contact.

She waited a moment.  This would make it seem a mistake perhpas.  Till he pressed forward.  Knowing her message was received, her press now turned to a twist. 

His hands determined slow. 

One traced along the line.  Accompanied by, heat so burning.  So stressing.  For the touch.  So close.  So far.  The other felt, the glory, of her weight, so full, so glorious, so... trapped.  In its lace coffin.  Yet he felt, the weight, so laden.  So constrained.  Points desperate to be... to exist... so free.  Could he?  Would he?  Then she felt, his pushing down.  Of her elastic barrier.  The touch.  The trace.  Against skin sacred. 

Her grin turned towards something different.  Desire fuming.  The adults game, the adults play, fuming.  Her soft pressed, so elegantly, against his hard.  She pushed.  She pulled.  She...

Longed.

Up.  Down.  The way.   As his hands pressed her modes.  Erogenous.  The feel.  The drive.  She belonged to him.  For a moment.  Unspoken.  Yet in that moment frozen... she lived.  Fully. 

Oh so fully.

As she felt his touch rise.  Pass all corridors elastic, into the ecstatic.  Plunging into her desire.  Press into greeting hips.  So heated.  Collapsing onto fulfilled points as he slipped beyond, into, desire so fuming.  So wanting.  So waiting. 

Her eyes closed.  May she know.  She was so ever beautiful.  So ever wanted.  As she greeted.  His passion laid bare. 

The touch.

Waits.     

So

"Desert Rose" by Sting featuring Aishwarya Rai

The move
At the beginning
So sweet
So innocent

Disguising
The desire

Earthen
So
Desperate
With each
Centimeter
Each inch

Higher
Across

Her thigh
So unblemeshed

So hidden
Pure

Your lust
Desire
Drawing his
Higher

That feels
The touch
Of his tongue
Forever rising
As she
Desperately awaits
To die
In each advance
As each touch
Every kiss
Sapps
Life
As it replenishes
To be caught
In the rising passion
His hands
Trace
Along skin
So hidden
Yet
So calling
For the touch
The press
Of another
The feel
The whole
Made
Complete
The rising burn
Fulfilled
Yet
His touch
Chills
To only enflame
The burn
Of the fire
Waiteing

To be fulfilled

But in the shadows
Her fire burns

So hot

So heated

Waiting only

For
His touch
To the point
So hidden
So desperately
Lest someone
Discover
Her passion
The churning
Burning
Point
of fascomatom
That his tongue
Draws upon
Circulation
Surrounding
Give yourself
To me
He cried
He knew
Her

Reasoner
Hollow

Yet the trace
The tongue
Continued rise
Citculang
Of you hips
Against
His  cirle
So strong

Waiting only for yout

Response

A rise
aginst
His pelt

So gentle