You, oh! tormentor you! <br />Alight these fires! How you do? <br /> <br />Alone! I tangle; hair on my bare chest. <br />Ache for the touch of your fair breast. <br /> <br />Silently suffer the distant dreams, <br />pains and wants that rip my seams. <br /> <br />Visions of your perfect pout, <br />another night, another bout. <br /> <br />Silky Smooth, velvet thighs, <br />longing shreds the heart to sighs. <br /> <br />Along your back, run the ripples, <br />my lips overtime on your nipples. <br /> <br />Smooch you, whisk, off the floor. <br />Forget the curtains or the door. <br /> <br />Thud! Together; on the mat, <br />In abandon coddle and wetness pat. <br /> <br />Afire and crackle; logs on fire, <br />in the villa or a byre. <br /> <br />Say so much and not at all, <br />Drained, in dreams, with you fall. <br /> <br /> <br />Original <br />(Buraydah-KSA)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/logs-on-fire-2505/
