Speak to me with love’s own voice to ignite the flame that perpells my heart to flight.
So that I too may sing the heavenly glories with just my soul through love watching my
Being, being lifted by a single touch of your glorious hand….Please touch me once more.
Sing if you must to restore the tranquility of this love from all this lust that is in me raging
To tear you apart gently caressing you and making love to your body with every touch
Of my hand.
I cannot dare speak of the future if I ever knew for a moment that you would not be in it, for existance is meaningless without you. Do speak my love even if all you say is my ineffeciency to be a man, those very words shall fuel my being and uplift my soul, and in silence you shall see what will make u sing aloud...the inspiration you are to me.
Tell me then oh my sweet rose how I can watch you blossom like a flower in spring without yearning to embrace you. I apologise but my heart knows no silent admiration. How can I be still when you are my greatest inspiration? So speak, speak to me my love with love's own voice to ignite the flame that perpells my heart to flight.
Know that frm your voice a new man is concieved and shall never be the same as frm this night.