Without End
I will recieve upon you the sweetest kiss,
a gift of my eternal Love's tenderness.
A soft press and touch from your only man's lips,
sending sensations down to your fingertips.
Blood in veins, like electrical wires,
fuels the warmth of one's Love and one's desires.
Yet, a cold hand's touch can make your body shake,
make you tremble, shiver, make you stay awake.
No matter the choice, I'll Love you most of all,
but if you say no, I'll hold you to the wall...
It is a feeling I can normally hold,
but with you around it's too hard to control.
This poem has a start, but has no finish,
because I need your help, so make a good wish!
I will recieve upon you the sweetest kiss,
a gift of my eternal Love's tenderness.
A soft press and touch from your only man's lips,
sending sensations down to your fingertips.
Blood in veins, like electrical wires,
fuels the warmth of one's Love and one's desires.
Yet, a cold hand's touch can make your body shake,
make you tremble, shiver, make you stay awake.
No matter the choice, I'll Love you most of all,
but if you say no, I'll hold you to the wall...
It is a feeling I can normally hold,
but with you around it's too hard to control.
This poem has a start, but has no finish,
because I need your help, so make a good wish!
