B.L. Cox
B.L. Cox was born in 1955 and, as well as writing, loves to draw, paint and enjoy the outdoors.
Golden eyes that penetrate,
they hold me fast,
his stare I can't break.
He spreads his wings
they wrap around me,
he holds me tight,
I lose my senses.
I feel his hot breath on my neck,
my head begins to reel.
His lips travel to my throat
then down, down,
ever lower.
He makes me shiver,
he makes me soar,
he takes me higher and higher.
Over the treetops,
over the lakes,
up in the clouds,
then he sets me on fire.
I hold on tight,
I can't let go,
don't let this feeling end.
Then he gently glides
down to the earth,
Bringing me down with him.
© Copyright 2009 B.L. Cox
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