Bliss me with your kiss

 
          
              
                 this itching flesh of mine;  
             lusting for another look at your frame;  
             one feels ashamed; precumming senslessly,  
         to one's senses; just the thought of your name;  
 
             wondering how you feel;  
         and "wondering how you feel"  
         one's never felt such a thing,  
         of how the birds sing of song of how  
        the early worm rises from the ground up  
 
          before "coffee" in the morning;  
      one's scrambled eggs; struggling for biscuits;  
       thinking is that circus really worth it?:  
     rather dream on how it'd be to sleep in, with you....