lilywolfsolomon's Journal

16 December 1982
"Hey, I want to make love to your existence, drenched in the colors of your energy
My, I want to drink the sweat off your intellect, reflect, and watch your light passion off my neck

I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soul mate.,
kind of like writing poetry till climax.
till the point and place where our space and time match,
and we, cross divine paths.
tell me would you like that.
I wanna love you more than madly.
wrap these legs, around your words.
until your speech is straddled deep, gladly
swim the currents of your vibrations
be separate and one
with the same meditation
with the same meditation
this is poetry"