Your hands around my heart like a child with a candy bar
to be so close yet to be anywhere that is classified as far.
The arms that wrap me in bliss the touch and embrace.
The lines that appear when you come on your face.
The taste of you lingering in my mind
and I know that I'm blessed for you to find.
All the little things that I really hold dear
and for you to decode all the emotions that are never clear.
All the times to be shared in each others company
and the ways I've come to show you that internal glee.
The hours spent in your star-struck gaze.
My tongue working itself through your sexual maze.
The way you tighten your back in the moment of ecstasy,
the way you come and hold on so tight to me.
The way you can call out gods name and beg for release
and how I can seem to tame your wild beast.
The hours spent making a wet spot the size of the bed.
The ways that I somehow seem to linger in your head.
The days spent that we would never forget
and how the thoughts of me always make you so wet.

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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