Lifes a tale that cant be told.

mimikova:

carry me to bed
lay me gently down
then kiss me from your heart
i need to feel it
        in my toes
when you kiss me good that’s where it goes
with hand like a sculptor
      fashion me in ecstasy
and promise not to leaving me wanting more
complete this task
       let me tremble in it’s fruition
         you are the one says my intuition
splash not on the surface
                      but deep inside
        that i may keep part of you
                 for all my life