MY BED SHEETS SMELL OF YOU

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Last night I was in your arms
Relishing the warmth of your bosom
Following the shape of your collar bone
With my fingers oh so eager
I knew I found my unlikely pairing
With my burdened heart
That was full of heartaches
He hurt my love
You took my love
Moulded out all the bad memories
My body knew it had found a home
Next to yours that was inviting
Falling in love with you made easy
By your magnetic body
That protected mine in tenderness
I cannot forget our dance
In those sheets
That can tell tales of centuries
Tales of passion
Tales of immersion
Tales of thrusts
Into an unknown beautiful world
Moments my skin trembles
Whenever it remembers
Now I sit at the corner of this bed
I wrap those bed sheets around me
They smell of you
All you
Everything you
I want you back
In my arms
Inside our bedsheets
That smell of so much of you
I yearn to be in your arms again
Tomorrow without fail
So I am not left with only these Brassy bed sheets
That smell of you

YOUR KISS WHERE DO I BEGIN

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That moment
When I saw your lips
I knew
They would break me
With their romance
Douse me
In immortal pleasure
Resurrect
Timeless passions
That had been burried within
Deep inside that oasis
Of blue milk
In autumn rays
Then it happened
Your lips on mine
I lost all resolution of strength
Taken away
By this bliss I had longed for
Such a tenderness
Such a madness
Such a peacefulness
Your lips on mine
Your kiss
Where do I begin
A senseless inspired meltdown
Quick to get my waist tickled
Creating wants, needs, cravings
Where do I begin
Your kiss
Myths unbroken
A shattering of boulders of stones
A sensation
Traveling to the corners of my hips
Like a feathered touch
From silky moons
Your kiss
Makes me remember those sheets
Silky midnight black sheets
Drawing patterns on my skin
How lonely they get
My lips
Without yours
I need a Reprieve
For the ways my loins react
To yours
That’s where I begin
Your kiss…

THE LAST LUST

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I see his big biceps ripple
Droplets of water slide down his brow
Crawling slowly to his chest
Drawing those patterns oh so lovely
I see his black glistening skin
Smooth as a rock
At the bottom of the river
His eyes sharp like a spear’s head
Piercing my own that’s melting
I have this sense of wonder
How does his lips taste
How will his kiss make me
I yearn to be in his perfect arms
That will take me to places
I will never want to come back from
My Instinct speaks to me
I need to know this creature
All carnal desires spoken for
This is the last lust
Centuries to come I will remember
His chest rippling on my own

YOU’RE HARD WORK BUT YOU’RE GOOD FOR ME

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I have loved so much before
Yet not in this magnitude
You make me work harder to find you
I want to run
Catch up
With emotions in my head
With those that dangle my heart
You see me as no one does
Long days
Even longer nights
Only make me yearn more
For the morsels i see in you
A heart broken
Never learns to love again
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