I'd like to meet:
My Angel, and have her come to tell me
and that ..To hold me in her arms and take me home.
Our song...
Copyright David Hill 2006
I play,
you prey;
upon me.
Darkened rooms with
captured suns light rays I play.
Toe heel, toe heel.
I feel your approach.
Strings strummed on hardwood floors,
strong winds blow through open doors.
A storm is coming and a storm
it will be.
You ease behind with
soft hands to shoulders.
Beautiful legs encircle waist.
Chest against bare back,
perfect curls dance across my neck.
"Play my song"
you ask of me.
My inspiration,
my welcomed distraction.
I attempt to play with
blurred focus and shaking walls
when you prevent my continue.
Hot breathe from wicked smile
whispers past my ear,
"play our song".
Guitar to floor, arms to you,
you set upon my lap.
Lips pressed hard and mouths explore,
the fire always lit now burns nova.
What a better instrument we make
together.
Water falls heavy against
hardwood floors through doors still left open.
Your heart beats wildly inside me,
mine, somewhere in the corner as
we dare to touch each others scares
that once bared heavens mark
now taken away.
Pale skin bare, crystal eyes stare,
fingers twisted through shadowy hair.
Stomach to chest, breast to mouth,
you kiss your lust upon me.
With key to gate given I unlock thee and enter.
We kiss, we grasp, we push, pull and gasp.
Our breaths come in quick deep bellows.
We are as one, needing nothing but you to me
and me to you to make this night absolute.
I feel you coursing through me,
holding my soul in your hands
We take to nature
leaving sheltered solace behind, crashing
to grass and soil.
Small not yet ripe tomatoes
squish under your back while
Skies holy rain wash over only to
fuel fevered unholy desires
Legs entangle like roots to ground
we make this land our own here.
Mouths to skin, teeth into flesh tasting,
your nails dig leaving streaks of red
passion in their wake.
A dark and loving passion that
hurts so good.
Communal moans like Sirens call,
we have awakened heaven.
Savage howls move earth violently beneath our throws.
We have shaken hell.
Our nova goes super as together
we play our song.
Our land falls silent
and you rest easy in my arms.
I hold you as if to protect you
from nothing you cant handle.
But you let me anyway.
-Hill