" Groping for Words "

Stairway.
Seven and nine.
Between.

Between lips breathing fire.

I sense you.

Drawn.
Like magnets.
I close my eyes.
Lights.
Shadow.
Dim.


I'll paint your neck with desire.

A kiss.
Words.
They flow..
Like raindrops from the sky.

I struggle to
Find
Words
To describe.

The flavor of your kiss eludes me.

It eludes me.


Stairway.
Please.
One more.
Time.

Note :  from a friend  ... just posted it here since it is " too much for his own brand " lol.