Whispering

From my lips to yours
Whispering to both your lips
Can you hear my secret wish
Breathing on my lips is a kiss
In need of your nectaral pleasure
To appease the hunger that’s been yearning
For a taste of your buried treasure
You saved only for me
So grateful I am for the offering
From your cup I will drink
Appeasing my insatiable thirst, temporarily.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-3-06…2pm
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