50ftBuddha

Within the confines of this heart the past has no meaning The delights of future's blank slate and undiscovered paths beckon. The hidden wonders lost within the scent and feel of her eternity's measure of soft skin and supple limbs fuel only the desire to walk a road found within her arm's embrace and the taste of her lips.

Venus high and bright can not outshine nor soar higher than my heart.

My darkest desire... to fill her with the weight of my passion. Compress her need by its heat into the rarest of gems... admired only in the depths of adoring eyes.

fear does as fear will fear limits fear kills fear found in cloistered hearts fear found in doors shut in doors locked the ticking hands of a clock or the last falling leaves of another summer lost fear clouds the mind and shrivels the soul until its too late to be happy and whole

supple slips her skin beneath iron palms as fierce the whispers from greedy lips beg release plead without cease as waves crash on barren shores