To me

upon my lips

your taste 

a touch of gentleness

in a song of a language foreign to me

again and again you played on

my heart skipping beats

to perceive i must

wanting more

i listen i look i wipe my lips with my tongue in pleasure

consciously in a trance of needs

 now you....

striking poses...

in a kind wind

of only love....whispering take me ...

I am yours...