Hallucination of His Finger Tips : Adult Poetry

Hallucination of His Finger Tips

By: Julia L. Clark

Ambushed in his words of love and I am listening to touches of his finger tips through every firm lecture. I am astonished that I am actually thinking about him in a heated way. Have my direction of love changed from loving him to liking someone else. Does he have what it takes to make my heart melts?

I felt me slipping away from him because of our different eye sights on small things.

He used to be the dialed numbers to my heart making my telephone ring. Now I have this other interest of love that seems to vibe with me and dance to my many different tunes. Should I give my lover of interest time to regain me and make my heart spray tempting perfume? I don’t know my direction but I like this guy he makes me smile he makes me laugh and don’t make me feel out of place. I can picture traveling to Florida being on a special date of just getting to know one another. He is a relax laid back brother with common grounds as myself. We talk in our silent hearts of admiration while we close our eyes in depth. I have a secret of his finger tips creeping through my soul. I want him eating passion of love out of the palms of my bowl. I am a big girl and he is a big boy. He tells me “You can make love with out taking off your clothes. You can make love by the embrace of some ones tenderness and eye contact” We can romance while he lay his head of thinking on my back. I like a wild journey but I also like to see a person with a passion of making love to the dirty crime of my mind. If you cant speak intercourse to me in many different levels with out the actual attempt to with hold the physical. Then the door of love will be shoved at you with the heat of my devil. Hallucination of his finger tips are a new journey I want to travel. I thought you where the person who would be able to take me and walk through the journey of a brand new life. I found a new interset who is just as warm but cold as ice and that is what drives me wild. He has put me in to the old school them of “Venus Butterfly” I like him so specially different he personally drives me wild. In such a different way. I can’t wait until the day our eyes meet and make things go further only with our safe okay’s.

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