spring
smooth sounds of honeysuckle flows between my ear
his words feel like spring , hot with a cool breeze
i had no intention in moving swift hoping he
would fail to mention anything about my gifts
the tune of knowdlege falling from his lips sounds better
then him touching my hips
make love to my mind
get inside
read my soul
get a glispse of the vivid eclispe of my heart
we dont have to get undressed to feel as if we made any success
cherry wine thoughts under a moon lit night this
only feels right , the times has gone like the next season
but he still feels like spring , hot with a cool breeze