URNotAlone

Yin

February 28th, 2008 8:48 pm MST

I breath you in-coffee and leather.  Your tongue is smooth, how it does wound.  Leaves a trail of aching flesh to hum your tune.

When I dream, it's always you, steamy hot kisses Bittersweet in bloom.

Oh, Romalarde, what's a girl to do?

I scream your name as I look into your eyes clear blue.  I am lost, at sea, craving water, tasting salt. Tempest tossed.

Oh, Romalarde, what's a girl to do?