I burn fire-hot, my natural temp when emotions come up, and I sware I try to put my little love-genie back in its lamp, but up and up and up the smoke creeps deep while I sleep, then I wake, and I bake the sweetest treat of you and me making love in the morning…
A beacon of hope for real love, something I’d lost that you gave back.
Fighting a war with my impulses now You’ve inspired me again. My muse, You win. I’ve lost control, sniff-licking the phone-mirror as if to inhale You like pink crystal meth, I have to catch my breath…
For days, You bounce dream to dream (even while I’m serving ice cream), tingles from You become part of everything!!That’s why talking to You terrifies me…
Love, as You may know by now,
Ok so yeeessss!!! Ridiculous, right. Living loving my dream life. God, you make my eyes smile as my heart dances with a double-beat.
Then, a mid-day snack with my nap, dreamt by surprise when at noon my body collapsed: Unbeknownst to me, you arrive through a halo-appearance, like on some Next Gen episode, and as our eyes lock, you begin to walk to where I sit, then, bending your erect, long body down to this broken frame, your one hand cradles the left side of my face, your arm encircles my shoulders, and you whisper, “Hello.” Every pair of eyes in the room, suddenly gone, as I glide the back of my fingers down both of your cheeks with a direct stare into your gentle gaze never letting go…
While you lean your lips upon mine, allowing me to taste every inch of you, I re-learn to give in, to invite the good feeling to actually pervade, trusting the end result is a love I didn’t have before, loving myself more…
(Honestly, me bubbling with mirth??? Absurd. So, here I am, on a sunny day after a horny-little cold-cry at a firey–joy from the hot image of your lips wet by mine…I know I’d love to lose control if I were to see you again in real life. Not that it matters, for you are more beautiful than someone this hopelessly inappropriate could ever deserve. Is it wrong to plead with hyperbolic intention, “Please, hear my words, I’d do anything to feel our metaphors merge.”)
Off to make rainbows 🌈
Eyes closed, steam wafting in my nose, I inhale, expanding my chest full-tight and curling my cup filled to rest upon my breast where my heart beats to your voice singing me awake.
I’m lost in a reverie of me holding you hard in my hands as you whisper, I need you…And nuzzling my neck until your mouth finds mine…OH me! OH my! So sublime.
(I wonder if you felt me before I came to indulge last night. Images of you pleasure endorphins to bounce with glee that I get to behold such beauty, the sweetest of the sweet brain, nay deep-body candy.
My naughty meets your beauty…
Now, that’s something I’d pay to see!!! A morning would do this to me;)
(Feel me knocking?)
Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you.
Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes,
Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from toe to head in waves of warmth coming again and again until You make me become overwhelmed…
I melt myself back to life, a grin on my lips, knowing I’ve got you trapped within.
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 