Passion

PASSION
Close your eyes and hear his whispers,
Through the wires of communication, you can feel his whiskers.

His lips touching yours in the minds eye,
That brings forth a rapture of sensations and fireworks in the sky.

The softness of his fingers flowing up your breast,
Then lay on your nipple to rest.

His body so close to yours as you melt in his kiss,
Oh what a heavenly bliss.

You can feel his breath across the nape of your neck,
And back to your lips with a soft gentle peck.

Hold me baby, like no one before,
Caress me and lay with me on the floor.

Show me there is so much more to give,
Than the flesh of which we live.

The mind and soul are their own entities that last and last,
Far beyond the body that time has pummeled in the past.

Deep in our minds we meld as one,
Though not physically together we are moving in unison.

Our bodies build with passion and start to cream,
Our voices are heard with moans and screams.

I need you darling, I love you dear,
The words are whispered but very clear.

The wetness of my pussy, the throb of his cock,
We start to tremble and our legs lock.

If it weren’t for being covered in cream,
One would think it was just a dream.

But we lay, him there and me here,
Exhausted and fulfilled in our own atmosphere.

Two people although separated by miles,
Should be free to feel this kind passion, love and trust without revile.