Days and Nights of naked thoughts, soothing baths, oils

Helping to further my sensuality, like floating down the Ambuscade off the Nile River, my bed, this bed, holds my soul, touches me in ways untold Thoughts of her, her body, her breast as they are illuminated by the night Touching Me, I lay circling my nipples dreaming of times her tongue roamed these areas of my body, my soul, that I now explore alone.

Deeper thoughts of her lonely eyes as they approach me in my solace, Touching me

Touching the very core of my existance, as each look lapse past my face, half-looking, half giving into My needs, in spasmic sighs until she releases me, Touching Me

Rushing downward, blindly, her body folding gently into mine, I burst InsideHer, Touching Her, Touching Me.

Her body, rotating within my mind, her taste, her moisture, as it trickles down my mouth, my chin, and my chest Touching Me. This insatiable feeling has got to stop, this passion I feel for her never ending; and I unable To resist the thought, each day, each night; Touching Me, Hopefully Touching Her.

Tony Bennett

Written on 1.2.00