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Good Morning Beautiful Beasties

I find with my coffee came my mind doing things with words,

And so I impart them to you 

with well wishes for you wonderous day:

~ Make Way ~

I part the world that keeps us from each others embrace

Along my stone cold and glass smooth path

The words I shall speak will alight a passion within you that only I can quench

By a Firm Grip, a peculiar tongue, and every devious facet of my devoted anatomy

~ Memory Restoration~

You bring lush bursts of color

To the sepia toned memories hung in the galleries of my mind

Even now they lead me into stillness

And a stirring that only your velvet strokes can quiet

~ Of Insincere Apology Notes~

Dear Fantasies inside her mind

Your services are no longer required

You shall be called upon when the times comes

But for now you may find salvation

In knowing nothing you may conjure up

Can compare to what I have in store

Not that my knowing grin

Finds itself between

Her legs

~Sun Envy~

Oh to be the last rays of sunlight

As they grace the steep climb of your neck

I would give every passing position of the sun

To bring to you such warmth

Whether it were to be to that exact exquisite location

Or

All the parts of you which you hide from such nourishing rays

~Dividing Time~

Until When Shall I be thinking of you

Until then I shall be imagining you

Until later I shall tense in anticipation of you

Until tonight I shall lick my lips in preparation of you

Until I leave I shall fuss for your approval

Until I arrive I shall play my first words over and over

Until I see you I have conscious thought

Until I stand before you I don’t know how sweet air can be

Until this very moment I was not living

Until we part nothing shall mean anything

~A Lover's Regrets~

I do apologize for

Rolling over your mind

Like a caramel poured thick and sweet

I cannot help that I coax

Visceral need

Nor the forbidden fruit gulping surrender

That comes with each time

We kiss

I would compensate you accordingly

But we both know

There is but one method for satisfying

The offense I have paid

The one which makes you tug in such a way

At clothes that would not be necessary in my presence

And all because of what I make you think

For that I do apologize

Come

Let me whisper them in your ear

~Poetry 101~

There must be a measure of satisfaction

In finding yourself stirred awake in hours unseemly

To find that I have graffitied

The world in wanton words of passions so vast that it changes the horizon

Do you smirk laying there

In fierce coilings of sheets that hide your nakedness from the cold but not from my mind

Do you partake of my madness and know that

I willed myself to write poetry

In alluring supplication to all that you are

And all that I cannot see

~The Ties that I use To bind Myself~

You question how it is that I can linger outside your presence

To which I must say

You know not the restraint I endure every moment we are together

For were you but to give me that knowing look

I would consume my waking will and every sinew of me

To being the remedy of every unsatisfied fantasy your mind has hidden away