Love Of Fate Inevitable
For Yvonne Rose
May I romance you,
as I look into your eyes,
kiss and lick your lips
or dip between your thighs?
Let us be spoiled within our lust,
less the world steal away our hearts.
The inevitable coincidence,
the forceful fire that burns inside,
electrifying thrills that make the blood come alive.
I feel your presence like a glove that fits tight.
Feverishly I need the interaction,
I have felt it coming for such a long time.
Let your spirit seep out of your eyes
and cling to mine tight.
Be conceived within the willful sex,
the state of consciousness of the deed,
within the blood,
within the seed,
within the bonds of limitless intercourse,
involving you in this merciless scene.
Relentless sprit , we indulge,
wallowing within all lustful love,
the inner play, the inner release,
the inner satisfaction.
Offer the sex juices of your body to excess,
to your excess, to my excess,
to sacrifice,
the pig and the snake,
the bleeding or the burn,
the bite or the kiss.
I will romance you in ever way I can,
I will lead you whenever I can,
with the taunting of my inner play,
the fate inevitable my love.
Obsessed with the succession of your fluids flowing,
a spell cast by the juices I drank from your loins,
I abandon myself in the depths of the sex that we share.
Let us live for the orgasm marathon,
drowning each other in lustful cries,
probing deep within our bodies, and eyes,
bathing in the
fluids,
seed
and ecstasy,
fantasy becomes reality
within the blood we share.
The flame of obsession, it burns there.
Our inevitable fate, my love.
P. J. Campise
