ThisHour

I wish I could feel your lips, so your kisses can bring me into your world, your thoughts your words your feelings indulge my curiosity for the flesh. your voice your sound your touch so unfathomable to know and go without, closing your eyes to live your dreams to caress you as your mind portrays art and history moment by moment in the infinity realm of your construct. no one is truly alone except the ignorant frightening and bittered. risk it all or go with no risk at all either way the end is equally disturbed to every beating heart. acknowledge the acknowledgable see the unseen and to hear the unheard all within the hour.