Clashes of flashes

In the love of my withered heart
she believes I will return to her

where pleasure is all she seeks

laughing to words she does not understand

A woman without passion....wanting compassion

lost in every moments of her thought

another drink she smiles.... With sucking lips 

Her tongue slaps her emotions from side to side

in need of my dance....in question
to her mind

senses erupted....like a teenager wetness
I pause ..let me begin ...all over again

this time to only love