Poem (9 months old)

A thousand dreams; only one
muttering itself into existance
fading.slowly

emerging as subliminal lips
yours. enticing, chuckling
to see me squirm
but wraiths must enjoy


your mouth gestures a kiss
suddenly
you are alive
fierce
wanting nothing more,
than kissing this,
and kissing that
I enjoy the thrill,
the electric sound
your eyes;piercing me
like a knife into my soul
I'm. Rapture.

Hearing you breathe.
your lips rising
my thoughts enticing
so much chaos
I'm. Rapture
Discreet would be a crime
My brain pants
I like to feel your voice
A tease of future ghosts
Haunting me
Telling me
Your skin melts
My touch. Your skin.
Our bodies
Draped within. One.

Our future bears no weights
Empty clouds lie our heads
Inside I think of you
Arguing has turned sexy.
I'm. Rapture.
You are mine.


Your legs echo silks texture.
Hands covering them. My own.
Enticing. Your smile
I'm. Rapture.
You are mine.