I Did Try

You don't inspire me with words today.  
 
Your smile takes me back through the joy of all our good days  
and your laugh is one thing I can get a mini-high from inducing,  
you consistently surprise,  
give me more than I deserve [in endless ways],  
play my games and still hold me in the morning.  
And though I want to give you everything  
 
I find that I can't choose  
the right sentences,  
the precise phrases  
to begin to express  
what I want to tell you today.  
Your amore is beyond me  
and it's run off with my linguistics.  
 
So I'll see you tonight  
to confess what I can't seem to put into verse  
in your worn white dress shirt  
with  stripped,  
wet-hot,  
throbbing slot.  
 
I hope you'll understand if I say  
with sharp gasping,  
nails grasping back, thighs, releasing sighs  
that I adore you  
in a pleasure burst scream on my thirsty, traveling lips  
or in an upward glance  
coaxing your lick-slicked cock to dance light  
on my tongue.  
 
I give you the freedom of choice  
and the whole of my being  
[my love].  
Just let me play to your any desire  
the language of sensation  
to tell you  
what I've been trying to write  
all day.