May
06
Posted by Mistress Lass on 06 May 2008

the mist; your kiss -
tasting, teasing, taunting
dancing quickly on my flesh
disappearing just as fast.
the spray; your touch -
slipping, sliding, smoothly
exquisitely following
every curve, pore and contour
falling into places not yet explored.
the sponge; your love -
soaking, cleansing, all encompassing
taking away the very dirt
that has left me damaged and hurt.
May
04
Posted by Mistress Lass on 04 May 2008

I long to shower you with grace, to see that gentile look upon your face.
I need to see within your eyes, no judgments, hate or hidden lies.
Oh, mi amor, be open to me and I will certainly make you believe.
In fate and faith and destined hearts, not time nor space can tear us apart.
From this place in my world, I need you more each and every day; slowly but surely we shall find our way.
To the place where I know that I belong, to the man whom I trust will never do me wrong.
‘Tis me, your angel in the night, see it through and we’ll make it right.