Hearts are pushy with eruptions,
Heaving in the temples pressure.
Blind temptations leave no options –
Waving moments on eyelashes.
This is it, my utter sweetness –
Lay the white flag – queen-size bedding.
Let the candle be a witness.
For a jiffy – you are ready.
Fields for butterflies are blooming,
Bellybuttons seized by raptures.
Gaps are melting with assuming,
Lips are striving to be captured.
Weightless touching stands no distance,
Ripples gullies of emotions.
Mind is losing its subsistence
On the bottom of dreams’ ocean.
Lusts set free for games and flying,
Seventh Heaven, third encounter…
In my arms your virtue’s dying.
Are you a prey? Am I a hunter?
August 13, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
Lust in dashes
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2007
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