HE
warmed me up like the 1st day of spring ,
She surprised I in her Sunshine State,
I
Wish to know flowers
Wish to know hours on end enveloped in
You
And I
Just He and I
his hand over the small of my back
and
my
hands playing in his locs,
My
mind is on one thing,
staying in the moment with this King
I
his diary,
HE
whispered to me all his pain and defeat
no tears
just ink
flowing with each word
gently caressing
My
lobe
I
leaned
into the hold
of her soul,
SHE
wanted me to see
SHE
I
wanted familiarity with
WE
Longed for the dance
WE
Shared In Our Minds
IT
was so inevitable
I
kiss his words...
making this dance sacred
his thoughts
go
from pain and defeat
to
conquer and retreat
...the pace of this dance
moves a little
faster than before
....phrases forming
and
my ears
yearning for me....
i will never tell
express it all to
ME
See
SHE
had body
I gave SHE curves,
the stanzas
erotically
danced
in verse
all care to the wind ..
all whispers silent
.. blanket my private
... intuition with ur
sultry essence
WE
survive
the inkletting
WE
don't bend unless it BE
to the will of this
sexy serenade of the pens...
DANCE
like I never knew how like
I never was able
insects of men she has made
but ME
she made KING??
Grateful to the offering..
pauper in the inkwell,
until her
thoughts sex with mine..
mind?
feelin some kinda way
feel the rhythm of my strokes,
its like being the
yellow, red or green crayon
in the crayon box..
im stuck like glue...
waiting
to be peeled off the palms of school kids
