Poezja

Nature’s wet in the form of dew
Moist, glistening
Between my legs
Im thinking of you
Thoughts and fantasy
Intense and erotic
In the middle of my reality
Sometimes chaotic.
Unstructured,
Remaining somewhat civilized
Elements of fire
Burning ravenous
Out of control
Attraction…Desire
 To touch taste, feel
The want the hunger
Sometimes seems unreal
Real, I know You are
 How; Secrets I cant tell
But pictures of you
In the meantime
Feed my fantasies well