Out Of Breath
There's something resonating deep inside my chest
A fluttering drum dancing beneath my flesh.
My soul is whole-filled with a hope of extension
My lungs hold their breath, wondrous suspension.
My lips cannot speak and my body cannot lie
Of trust and lust twisted, the chills I wont deny.
They slither up my spine if I sputter your name
Then your face reappears and my head cant sustain...
A brain insane, young woman untamed.
Untouched by man- sweet honey, fresh milk
A gift in your hand wrapped up in blue silk.
My body is pure with a mind quite mature,
My heart has yet to be sold;
Worth more than all diamonds of that I am sure,
Brighter than rays of gold.
She's wild and free, no cage and naked- a soaring little dove
He's beautifully made, engraved with a sacred
Key to her heart; fell in love.
My lips to your lips, your chest to my neck, my hand inside of your hand
We're body to body and I'm relieved by my man
Because alone, it is hard to withstand.
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