Hidden Dreams
The essence ofHimSeeps through theGaps in my soul,Thrumming the darknessWith growing need,Bringing forth honeyTo scent the airI wish he breathedUpon my skin.His electricity singes the tipOf my tongueThat longs to danceAlong the breadth ofAll he'll give to meIf only I could touchThe space whereDesire and his formMeet my secret lust.Just moments and glimpsesOf wet, heavy airAre the gasps thatShudder throughThis aching mind,...