A poem of love from a husband to wife, after many years of marriage..
Still I remain thirsty of you
Not because of my match with yours
You tasted better as love grew..
Oh Slender Splendor, you are mine..
Head to Heel and Heart to Mind
Luscious Lips drenched in wine
Your hip bridges heavens, I find..
Bones, blood, flesh and Soul
I fill you in your every pore
Bury me Baby, in you as a whole
Seed me deep inside your core
Baby, I want to be inside you
And I want you to be inside me
I drown in you and drink you too
Still I remain thirsty of you
Is it because you bite my ear
When we are on the needle tip..
Is it because you scream with fear
When we cross the senses and trip..
Is it because you kiss my cheeks
After it is all over..
Is it because of the way you speak
Before we pull the cover..
After all these so many years
Still I remain thirsty of you
Not because of my match with yours
You tasted better as love grew..
I am the divisor; you the dividend
I need you baby, for ever
Beyond all the sex quotient
Lies the love remainder..
-TBT
Poetry by TheBigThinkg
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Written on 2007-11-19 at 07:31
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The Love Remainder
After all these so many yearsStill I remain thirsty of you
Not because of my match with yours
You tasted better as love grew..
Oh Slender Splendor, you are mine..
Head to Heel and Heart to Mind
Luscious Lips drenched in wine
Your hip bridges heavens, I find..
Bones, blood, flesh and Soul
I fill you in your every pore
Bury me Baby, in you as a whole
Seed me deep inside your core
Baby, I want to be inside you
And I want you to be inside me
I drown in you and drink you too
Still I remain thirsty of you
Is it because you bite my ear
When we are on the needle tip..
Is it because you scream with fear
When we cross the senses and trip..
Is it because you kiss my cheeks
After it is all over..
Is it because of the way you speak
Before we pull the cover..
After all these so many years
Still I remain thirsty of you
Not because of my match with yours
You tasted better as love grew..
I am the divisor; you the dividend
I need you baby, for ever
Beyond all the sex quotient
Lies the love remainder..
-TBT
Poetry by TheBigThinkg
Read 439 times
Written on 2007-11-19 at 07:31
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