La cita romántica

Hey,
There are many things I want to tell you. But I am unable to. Isn’t it magical to fall in Love, in love with you! I hope you know that. I love you. And You love you. See we are not that different. I conjure up some focus to let my thoughts find form in words I write. What follows is one such moment where my love found life in poems, here in ‘La cita romántica’.

Beauty is the word you are;
‘Loving You’ is what I am.
Wish I was holding you,
In arms that I call mine,
Now, here, and forever.
Warming one other, let our eyes lock-in,
Finding worlds of us, together in them.
Tasting the ever melodious lips,
Drawing in honey, yours, I admire you.
I let my hands get lost,
In the clothes that cover you.
To play with your curves
They End their quest in your breasts.
We lose our selves bounded in sheets
My lips trace the path fingers took.
To kiss you, I run to those melons,
Hand teasing one, lips cover another.
Fighting sensations, your body tremble,
Priding in love, I lose my humble.
Waves in you, shake me, echoing in rhythm,
My heart wavers to your moaning winds.
Like a pirate, I run to the treasure,
Losing your pants, my hand slip in.
Like a pet dog, my lips rush to it,
Like a kid, I like my candy,
Your ever hot holy love spot.
My tongue dances as our tongues did,
In those long passionate kisses.
Shameful in defeat, my pirate-y hands
Climb your terrain, joining yours,
In fondling those luscious mounds.
Our bodies mingle, to entangle,
Souls turn red in our exceptional heat.
Our passions lead us to Love,
While excitations let our parts cuddle.
Losing in one another, our movements fasten.
Drenchly ecstatic, we find love in making love.

With Love, Me.