Dawn Of Urge Poem by Inner Whispers

(Tuesday, December 09,2008)

Brushes and teasels,
Canvas were put aside;
And the urge is just right,
Like fire that burns dried hay in explosive burst!

You took my hand, let it rest on your chest,
Beating fast as you heavily breathe,
I refused to let it stay,
Should I burn like hay?

I turned my face aside but you hold by your thumb,
Looked at me and say...
'I want to feel you tonight, honey...'

My heart wants to stop beating,
I can't breathe at the intense of the moment;
I pushed you away, 'No! ', I said...'
I can't burn like that, please, stay back and don't hold me tight...

'But you grab my waist, drew me near,
Almost smell your breath that so...hmn...in urgency heat;
You slowly circled my shoulder with your fingers,
I shivered as it caress.

I closed my eyes and bite my lips,
My...hmn...what is this? !

Then you whispered,
'I love you, dear...I really do,
So much that I cannot resist to touch you.

You made me like this,
Look at me please;
In my eyes you can see my intense urge of lOve,
And want to own you, dear..'

And you sealed my lips with a kiss,
Slowly and passionately;
And I felt I want it too, yes, I do!

But brushes and teasels fell down from the table,
From there awakened my soul!

Ah..what a dream...Whew!