Heero,
Your lips as sweet as honey,
Your heart scarred and
bleeding,
But still pure as gold.
I long for your tenderness,
You appear.
Your eyes meet mine,
And melt my inner core.
Your hands,
Rough and course,
But are yet replaced with
the gentle touch,
That only a mended soul
could possess.
My arms are suppressed,
As you move in for the heart
swept kiss.
In the darkness I am lost,
Searching…
I am guided by your moist
lips,
Pressing endlessly against
mine.
A cold tinge of air meets my
wet lips,
As you angle you're head
sliding your lips down my neck.
I throw my head back in that
exact moment.
My arms are released,
And cress your upper neck,
With burning desire for you
to be closer to me.
Our hearts,
Beating to the same rhythm
as I feel your racing pulse,
Beneath your masculine jaw.
My lips are meet once again
by your tender pash.
I am distracted,
As your hands skim down my
back,
And begin to unbuckle my
under garment.
Piece by Piece,
We shed our covering,
Skin to Skin,
I indulge myself,
In your heavenly Bliss.
