OH, how

I dream

of your chest…

watching

you dress

in my bedroom

after sex,

muscles tight,

your movements

making my eyes

hypnotized…

inside I’m dying

to grasp

your thick thighs

as you enter me

again

and again

and again,

oh, oh, OH,

how I need

You now.

I tell myself…

Just a sip, a lick, maybe a bite

of you that’s what I’d like,

I tell myself, often at night,

as I lie open, phone light

deepening my dark eyes,

I love you in the muck of my mind.

With YOU a Sunday Spoon, that’s what I’d like to do…

You’re behind, holding tight my cup, while I finger your long spoon,

Sweetness covers my sour tongue melting my mind to addiction!

(To YOU, love: Like ice cream in the southwest desert, I dream of you creaming me into a mind-freeze;)