Jorgeyourlucky's blog: "Jorges Thoughts"

my beloved There's a chilling breeze running through this meadow tonight along side the scent of my Lover who's feet are covered in dew She leads me into the shadows smiling quietly her eyes hint at passion Her hands touching me here and there guiding me to where I know not sit me down Love and let my body rest take me in your hands let your warmth cover me Slide down on me breath me in and let your lips caress me let your hands embrace me Take your time tease me but only slightly and let your tongue lead me let my passions roam There is a soft cry echoing off of the trees and my love of the tree... resounding in the muffled whimpers of my lover who's liquid warmth brings pleasure Her soft lips embrace leads me sliding from beginning to end slowly Her hands embracing me all the while I listen to her and feel her and now I am close breath me down Love and let my passion rest take me in your lips let your warmth cover me Slide down hard on me breath me in quickly for my passion comes quickly my relief, my release, is sweet Do not wait for I can not tempt me harshly in this mist and let your tongue lead me There's a low cry of a man running through this meadow tonight coming from the place where his lover brought him and pleased him well His heart gave way in the night Her lips left him as he fell He found his silence Deep in his satisfaction He left her Standing beside her, over her while she wept over him his pen glides across the paper leaving only golden traces The memories she would keep only pleasure only passion only sweet satisfaction and in the end she would understand it she of the meadow and the dew... she of the trees she ... <3!

I lie in bed with wicked grin... My Sunday routine has managed to Slip its way into my every day my mind wanders to you... All we have is this Sunday morning, And the glittering sunlight, That flickers as it dances across your skin, Fills the warmth that envelopes me, As your lips touch mine. And I wonder, Is this what you wanted are you dreaming of this too? For the moment to be king, With no walls or inhibitions between us, Just the vulnerability of our existence, Turning from abstract to concrete, And dissolving again, As our lips part. I remain under the covers thinking this is perfection this is ... Sunday Morning.........

I want to pour out myself to you to her to you I can pour Here's the lip, the spout But no receptacle Unless you hold it out. Go ahead choose a glass From your cupboard – take a glass, A mug, a cup, a blue glass choose the chalice chose the vessel Choose one, hold it up steady. Go into the kitchen, the floor is clean, Open a door, choose your favorite thing, Hold it to the light so nothing mars, Hold it to your breast, hold it to the stars. And if you find an empty glass With bright engravings all around, Hold it, there, just there Just hold And I'll pour. all that is me all that is you all that is all that will ill pour pour pou po p .!. _______________________________________