lingering thoughts

I will never tell you because you scattered enough stones and butterflies within me. Way too much for me to handle.

If I could I say 

I would tell you things  

things that may tear your dear nerves

the ones which lie on your tummy,

with finger on my lips

and with closed eyes 

Oh I dream of the  things so yummy

I slowly begin to wander

around the areas where I am safe

Taking upon every path so different,

I deepen, I redden, I quiver and I shiver

even when its so warm and cuddly.

Then I can see a palette emerging

of red and white thick colors,

brewing and steaming and mixing and leaking

and us probably gurgling and grasping,

among and amidst a sight so draping

no need to breathe more than once in a minute.

You steady me and me restless

your lashes close as you hold a pose

slowly kissing and pressing

against what I guess you must be I stand wondering

why is this empty feeling so female?

And if I could paint I'd visit your dreams

I'd just color them too bright 

dab some shades, both luring and lucrative,

till the end of your night.

But you will not know a woman's lust

so long and trouble stirring that it is,

have some mighty trust

its potent than some magic dust

that you'll find in a witch's brew,

I will never show you whats in my mind.  

You will never doubt I have feelings

don't you call me a feline shrew.