When I’m high on love, because you’re high above…
Sex, brought us together,
Sex, and wanton lust.
Sex, the urge to procreate,
Sex, not an option but a must.
Sex, mind blowingly amazing sex,
Sex, that we have thankfully shared.
Sex, that we can’t possibly do without,
Sex, of our dreams, not nightmares.
Intuition of my bête noire
And I could feel the insidious crack
As it raced down my heart
Trying to be the winner…
It left me in the dark scar-dust
Bifurcating stillness in its path
Shaking its head at me, the lonely sinner
You held me against your mouth,
Tasting my soft bittersweet love
How can I explain the joy?
What words could possibly describe…
You, my beautiful boy?
Born with lips like a heart
You’ve come into my world
And stolen mine❤️
You are a piece of sweet ginger candy
And you make me altogether randy
I am in physical agony without you
When you are inside my body…
To put it simply: I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life
Ohhhh…my sweet, sexy, bearded poet…
Leaving you in Seattle
Has given me a rattle
And my mind went into battle
I am addicted to you!
How did you think I would handle…
Getting just a small taste of you…
And then having to leave??????
I feel like a blown out candle
I have fallen down, and not gracefully
Spiralled, in the most un-prettiest of fashion
Fuck this! I don’t want to have to ration!!
Before us lies an invisible bridge
And our fingertips are like little periscopes
Breaking the surfaces
That lay between us
Poking up for clarity
We finger for our pathway…
And you spread my thighs open
To the point of cracking
And we could both see inside
Into those places you like to hide,
Those places you like to ride…
Crossing to me, I cross to you
And with one touch, one trace
We knew love in that special place
The useless method of my valor
My body was bow-ing…
As I was looking out the window at bow-ing
Trying to get off, in time with those take-offs
A hangar there, a hangar here
Coming out of your closet…
That folded shirt
An un-wrinkle in time
That shows your checkered past
That story about how you are built-to-last
Only you can go the distance
Only you can finish this race
My panties are there to be used
To cushion the flow, and capture your blow
My body is your body
Damn right I’m naughty
Speaking in my riddle
And all the while…
I’m still craving just a little…
It’ll never feel like this again
We can try, but it won’t
Pretty and eyes-to-eyes
Our secrets, without their disguise
The inspiration for greatness
Propels us forward
And we run into the streets!
And we play under our sheets!
Making believe in the world’s auditorium
Only you, only me…
And our near-perfect fantasy
Hold me close…hold me like that
Like it’s real, like you mean it
Softly, and slowly…
Until it becomes holy