He held me like a chalice of gold
With two hands around me
I reminded him that, like the Fountain Of Youth
Many men fall weak in their search
For the eternal swim within my body of water
He smiled and tipped his head back slowly
With his lips pressed against me softlyÂ
He reminded me that his search was over
Therefore no one will ever again
Taste how sweet my river can flow
Tag: sex
I can still feelÂ
Your fingertips
Grace my neck softly
But like some poisons
You workedÂ
Slowly and effortlesslyÂ
To infect meÂ
With a swift touch
And leave meÂ
Emptier than before
do you think of me?
when she wraps herself around you
bringing what you think are
similar sensationsÂ
of love and worship
you know her moans
do not float like mine
but you’ll pretend for a night
that she crashes like the waves
my oceans used to give to you
What's Mine Is Yours 