As I sit and I stand and I pace
waiting for you to take me to that place
where I would normally close my eyes
and let my tongue
speak!
and tell you.. or rather show you... how wet i am... inside.
I can't hide the heat
that now rises from below
You know where i mean...
That place where i want you to go and
whisper sweet nothings... but i can't hear them
cause there're no ears
there...
only walls that contract when you
sigh on the dotted line with your pen.

Now our minds pace
as i wait for you to take me to that place
where you press your lips down my hips, and thighs
and behind...me
I wait for your pen to sign on the dotted line
of these walls
and when they do and i
fall...
into an intangible feeling
almost a powerful and as sacred as a spiritual healing,
i cringe and i scratch at your
essence
of chocolate.
You throb and dance beyond my fence
growing even more riviting and
intense
and it shows in the beads of sweat
on my neck, and chest and stomach and thighs
and in your eyes i stare
almost neurotic
which tells you
that i am at that place
where i anxiously want to go everytime
i am with you
this place for two...

And you wrestle another round just incase
But after three
o'clock
in the morning
it shows on my face
that I have reached that place...
where only you can take me.

Simona