Beau Ideale- imagined state of perfection
Anticipation,the sweet restlessness.
The chanting of your name
Heart racing at every
little sound....
Find you in me,
ina small crevice.
Forgotten treasure.
Curled up,
like a snail in its shell.
Home sweet home.
Touch your skin
tentatively.
Feel you shiver.
Anticipation,
the sexual tension.
Scratch your surface.
See your core.
Relish your complexity
and your bloodied passion...
O, when will you end
this sweet anticipation
for an even sweeter,
ending.
My beau ideale
posted by asheyy @ 12:40 PM
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