Your scent

I see you from across the river naked under the sun,
basking in the lights embrace you seem like an illusion.
The wind forces your scent to me in sweet November,
as I peer into your eyes I am lost in your gaze.
You call me to you and I am almost forced to make my way,
to your arms in a ghostly state of mind I am in.
I am drawn to you in a way I have never before known,
you touch my face and pull me close into your warmth.
You kiss my cheek and lick my lips causing me to fall,
next to you I lay, in your arms we become one.
I am lost in your eyes so golden, lips of honey ignite,
my lust for your touch growing, my body unable to stand.
You take my wrists and push me down as you climb on top of me,
taking me in your hand and sliding me inside.
I moan in a pain like never before as you move up and down,
an orgasm like I have never felt inside a Goddess of light.
Your wet body rubbing against mine, holding nothing back,
we feel what are thoughts have become for this love.
You look into me and find something I have never shown,
with a kiss and thrust we feel this release as one love.




Johnny Newell