Posted by Wurdolaki on December 05, 2000 at 09:35:27:
Satin Lips, the honey
of your Love is in my mouth.
A Thousand Years my mouth
At your soft, warm Neck.
Cleopatra wet in the Rain
of your hard Passion.
Her Serpent against your Pillars
of ivory white.
Your warmth against the
icy chill of my Body.
Have pity
We are several, the one
Born here, The One,
And many I do not know.
The Future is Not mine
And you are Alive against me.