August 21, 2006

Addiction

Her eyes speak volumes
The depth of passion
Vibrates beneath her skin
Her lips tremble
When we touch
As she mirrors the murmurs of my lust
And moans a collective sigh

We are piano keys playing harmoniously
We are every instrument played
We are every song sung
We are a duet between lovers

She exhales into me
Her breath leaves a residue of passion on my tongue
Before tracing my insides

I crave her like cocaine

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

it is beautiful and describes a passion very rare... hold on to it and if by chance it's yours to keep...hold tight...

Thami Mhlanga said...

thanxxx men that's the piece I was looking for