Spirits dream erupts

How your spirit achingly dreams
of unashamed and uplifted flight.
For you curl upon petalled wings;
That Lift you heavenwards from this
blackened empty and encrusted shore.
To where a distant crystalline ship;
beckons you onward,onward,onward evermore...

To simply touch you... there...
To swan with you in sinless symmetry,
to ponder on your tender beating
Honey scented, thrumming heart,
that thumps in blessed union with mine.
Beyond these crawling scheming masses,
Of lime tasting, tortured sorrows;
That always wish to wake me from this
heavenly place of bliss.

To sense that growing blessed union
a torrid seas rich and a salty shore;
As flaccid muscles, weak with flight,
Slowly curl and thus become tight,
fuelling me with intense delight;
as your sweet and tender heaving breasts,
Make play where my aching pleasure rests.

Oh, to touch, to stroke, to feel;
To push onward, onward ever onward...
To curl, to twist to deeply Plum
To plunge upon those fuelled depths
That are buried heavenly deep,
Yet shine... so beautiful, so bright,
so full of delicious purposeful light;
to taste of the sweet warmth of your delight,
And then rest... tired spent...Content...
Stroking your hair, with the tip of my golden wing;
Oh for that, for that my love...
I would give you anything...