Orgy (111)

i wish i could die for the pine in your eyes, for the tease of your breathe, for your luscious lips, dripping wet. In night seasons i boast of no defenses when you come to my senses,dripping with passion; crushing the last vestiges of modesty from my mind. Now, drenched with the dews of desire`s plea i sit alone by the river-side. i listen to the waters beating their drums. i hear the cool evening wind weaving the magic of your love all over the orange sky. But i wish for nothing more than to die ....in your arms.