1- Her body next to mine.
She lays the weight of her
World upon my chest.
Rests her tired mind upon my bosom.
Breathing in the calming scent
Of compassion and worth.
I run my fingers through her long expectations.
Touch her soft concerns.
Caress the tips of her labor.
Kiss her laughter and joy.
She glances at me with her big, round memories.
Covering my pain with love.
I grab her lust.
Hold her fears.
Lick her passion.
Fuck her discretion.
She climaxes her insecurities.
Lays upon her secrets.
Pulling in the time around her.
She is asleep.
Tranquility now holds her world.
2-I love her,
Though she doesn’t exist,
She wraps her legs,
That smell of honey and vanilla,
Around my cerebellum.
Holding my senses prisoner
Within her vulva.
How I respond with such zeal.
Over-anticipation for
Imaginary ventures,
Where did it start?
This appentence for the unknown?
How can I free myself from her grasp?
I cannot let myself
Become tamed by her aphrodesia.
She cannot have me.
