Poetry

There Are Things I Want I know not what Just that i lack them There are things I need I feel their lack But i cannot say what they are Would you come to me To take my hand In spite of craters Throughout my land In spite of darkness On certain days Would you take my hand And walk my way...!!! Wanting to Make it So . My hand Can hold your wrists Your hair Twined round my fist Your heat Against my hips Your name Upon my lips To feel Your need with mine To kiss And take my time The motion With legs entwined I want you...!!!

Dance with me , Dance. Dance with me Bachata Your hips and mine Move in time Dance with me Bachata Your promised me You would Dance with me Bachata Though the music Heats past reason Though the beat throbs hot And frees me Dance with me Bachata...!!!   Wishing , Wanting Bare your shoulder Bare you hip Raise your eyebrow Part your lips Send a signal Flash a sign Let me know You could be mine Teasing words Are just a start Tilt your smile Be still my heart I sit here wanting You in my bed I sit here taking you In my head...!!!