Molten Core

You capture me tightly, like a trance, enrapturing me, from very first glance, excuse me, may I have this dance? And who knows? Maybe a chance, it could all end in sweet romance?! Holding your hand, on strolls through the coast, one pleasure to treasure, I'd enjoy the most, Life dreams into you, as if by remote, whilst I've got these words stuck in my throat, screaming for you, higher than thermals, these babies float. You centre me towards my zone, to capture each word, make it my own, farming seeds of thought re-grown, Our intimate workings, each are knowing, ensures raging rivers of lust are flowing, it's either cumming or it's going, all the same, ecstacies throeing, you can't beat the embrace, at the climax of the race with silly smiles upon our face! The feel of your skin, to inhale your aroma deep within, like an oasis in my deserted life so far, freeing emotions like open a jar, you make me feel like a shooting star, come to me, wherever you are, fragments of reality, we each hold a piece, come to me my darling, lets share a kiss! XX ©John-Ovan.P.Hull