Make love to me with your very sight.
You may ruin me in a passing delight.
You can hold me down and make me fly.
You can tear me apart, such is your might.
I may not lie, I may not sleep
If I tell you now its a dream I keep
I need you here - your breath, your smell...
I surrender myself to your gracious hell.
Keep me calm. And keep me strong.
I cannot promise nothing will go wrong.
But I give to you if you may ask
My Heart, my Mind, my Soul, my Mask...

6 comments:
Very Fishy indeed!!!!! Is it pointing at a possible something new????
It all depends
The odds are a fifty :P
the odds arent fifty it seems... it seems cent percent!!! :)
the odds arent fifty it seems... it seems cent percent!!! :)
I heart this poem. Ah the magic of your pen and verse :)
--Love
Swara
Thanks so much Swara! :-*
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