dear lover

dear lover-
don't you like the way love drips from our lips...
it's hard to resist your honey filled hips....
as you slip and you dip into the dark..................
it feels good as it should beating out of my heart..
as your grip on my back tightens with ......
every movement of your honey filled hips.................
drenched in words that cure every ailment..
your hands are soft, warm and comforting........
around my arms you wrap your fingers.......
as time turns into space turns into heat turns into life turns into blood turns into peace turns into joy turns into passion turns into something that we can't explain that neither of us can do but grasp at all day......
and that is how we came to be lovers...... two summers ago in the back of Mrs. hattenbergs car......
with all the windows down......
on a busy street not making a sound.