I’ve had only 10% of your passion and it was perfect

 

Those hands…, they held me arousing the encounter,

they snatched me out of myself to get within you

 

It was perfect, succulent;

a table for a bed, seasoning without reasoning,

overflowing the cumulated fieriness in my body

 

Only 10% was enough to reach the sky...

I was pliable metal between your fingers 

 

If I could make this time eternal, if only I could;

…not caring what you call it…

 

A mere 10% was enough for me

 

…You are the craftsman of my fate

 

Only 10% and it was perfect

 

© Noris Roberts

May, 2019