the washing

i will wash u in my love gently from ur the tips of ur toes to the cresindo* of ur breasts warm and supple easing away ur need to sip from the ashtray of ur past i will tend to ur arms with a special wata made by the tears of the greatest love with one aim to wake up and gaze into ur soul`s windows 4eva to whisper my secrets my insecurities my affection i will wash ur belly with strong has filled with responsibilty and humor caress ur neck with this scented soap that i will only share with u i will wash aways everything that does not make u tingle wet smile i will..... come kiss me in the dark caliginous crevices of your mind with lips sweet as morning cups of Southern KOOL aid skin as malleable as the Lord' love on Sunday come kiss away my ruff spots feel the tongue of my life congregate in the estuary of Firsts& love, come kiss me like lovers who loved loving like angels doing the messiah's industry come kiss me with all that you have til your pulse increase til your flesh warms til  your toes curl come kiss me like i was the last mickey on earth like i feed your love spirit wetting umbra come kiss me see my future canoodling into the the nite dies and orgasms are born within the walls of your untouched chambers come kiss me please step out of this life and come kiss me Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 07:21 AM PST   0 • 18 • 8