shadows and darkness
surround us.
silence and whispers
communicate us.

you are shaking
while your jersey
falls down.
I feel your breathing.

I smell your scent
I see your shadow
I touch your skin
I hear your moans
I taste your feminity.

What is this?
it feels so warm
it is abundant
Like lava from a vulcano.

An exploration
of the senses.
the sweet misery
of the expectation.

When finally the
moment comes
you and me
become one flesh.

it gets more intense
minute after minute
is hard to breath, and
then the explossion
of bliss overwhelms us
and there it comes
the happy exhaustation.

TLW 10/02/2007

wow!! thats great lonely!!

Passionately beautiful Miguel

gosh jenni
now that i remember i owe you a poem

Oh How Sweet That Was!!!!

very good miguel

When the words come my brother then it will be time to write them..no hurry no worries..all in good time..I'm not going any where

Impressive!! You have a way with details!!

the art of love making is based in the details

steaming up the place again Miguel?

but this time with me own words

steamy

but i'm good boy, i promise

Phew!!! I need a fan...and some smelling salts...it got suddenly warmer here..

Beautiful Miguel...something that is so deeply intimate, honoured.

thanxs lady vader