There Is A Way To Comfort

There is a way to comfort.
There are days that go by and blinks that pass.
Everything passes by me as I stand in stillness,  
staring, and blinking,
madly.
 
There is a way to comfort.
There is a way with her  
watering the garden,  
so sweet.
Her mind is a turntable  
of ideas and imaginations,  
of terror and love.
Her heart of desire.
Her nails in my skin.
Madly comforting.
 
There are ways that we love.
I have visions of my her.
My dove.
I see her lying there,
legs casually crossed
and hair down her back.
On fire.
My heart of desire.
Red.
I want to hold her down on my bed.
Take off her panties and lift  
her legs.
Shoving and pushing her ass apart,
I can lap my tongue over her clit.
Her excitement in all of it.
My bulging pants.
 
I'd have her out of breath, if only she knew.
I've never had a better view.
Never been with a girl and knew, this  
is good as it gets.
Feeling her wet and hot,
so sweet.
This honey is truly unique.
 
Love pours down my chin,
as I hum on her pussy.
Drips on lips.
I could take it endlessly.
She reaches a hand back and pulls at my belt,
taking it off and feeling daring.
Flipping around on her knees to undo my pants
she grabs my cock while looking up at me,
staring.