You’re pixels and nothing more Why am I hearing In my head You cumming moans? Wild love from a gentle soul My chest your breasts The sweat slides and grinds Break, prolong, climb up and drown me with your vulva's flood My hand pressed by your hand To so warm, so soft save baby-chewed tap-tips Heart ass present, pillow-titlted, reach around double clasp, I'm surrounded You're invaded, again and again and again But both of us win in our surrenders.
Brush back the lock of hair that isn't there, Flash your palm and break my heart; No comparison to the torture of my thoughts Offered to God it lessens not the slightest. Stay oblivious while I keep my distance, My tether shorter still, but I still make conclusions from your desk.
If free, would I dare ask more than your scant wave and smile, Your inadvertent so-pleasing lead, My inappropriate so-lucky follow? Painful precious seconds of near-certain delusion, still, it works for me because it has to.
I will do my best to make you smile Ply you with wine and victuals to sustain Your gasps and soft moans Heighten your glow with many candles Hopelessly vanilla but that's another good snack Pale, sweet, and rich as I imagine you to be Open to life as all life ends I'm sure God will forgive considering His situation At my age I'll do the best I can However many times before it all ends Which should be true however long we're given Sometimes funny but never casual Dedicating my all to you and you to me The sacrament of our bodies...
Public television promo Asian girl on bike but I see you High shorts, thin strap top Barred tatted limbs, dark hair, direct gaze Like that, would you, could you on a Summer’s day Cycle with me on Lawrence’s street onto country roads within hiding trees Leaf-dappled sun on more bared skin though perfume fades your musk, your voice grows and my, oh my, how you remain.
You look good under fluorescents Better in sunshine How you must glow by flames Candles, lamps, and fireplaces; And even outshine the moon and stars.
The fantasies and the poems must end Sometime; should never have begun, But they did They might be, if I were free I’m not, but if I was Would I ask, would I pursue You and I could make a shuddering pas de deux kneeling before you grasping my gasping prie-dieu.