By Santiago Lake
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Sometimes when I sit all alone,
A few thoughts invade my mind and capture my soul.
I think of touching your body
In ways and places many have only chanced to dream of.
The taste of your finger tips and your supple neck
Are more intoxicating than any Apothecary's aphrodisiac.
I want to take your full, healthy breasts and place soft lips
upon them,
Taking in their natural purity like a newborn infant
Hungering for a taste of life sustaining nectar.
How I long to lick your lips and feel your tongue
Dancing gracefully like a frail ballerina in my mouth.
I feel my hands wanting to touch you,
My eyes longing to cast their gaze upon you,
And my loins calling out your name.
All these things I have said are true
And my heart is overflowing with the intensity of their meanings.
And that's why they are nothing more,
Than loving words from a loving man,
Sweet somethings in your ear…