I crave for your lips, your voice, your touch.Silent and starving, I searched through the streets.
to kiss the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger to write poems of love's unquenchable thirst
upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
Secret words that only you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry and I return to dip it again
In the ink made by God for the calligraphy of desire
I Love You Baby.
No comments:
Post a Comment