This makes me so thirsty! I hope y’all are having a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day!
Smelling coffee long before These tired eyes were ever meant to open Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people No time like now, so here’s to hopin’ The day started & it’s past time to rise One foot out & eventually the other leg I’m going to need more of this magic juice I feel societyContinue reading “Smelling Coffee Long Before”
I’m enthralled by the details under your dress I’m focused on lace & the embroidered rose I’m here to pay attention & relieve your stress Whispers words that won’t leave your legs closed Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay
Wading through seawater in your dressClinging to your delicious curvesExposing the universe to meStanding at attention; all my nerves You’re the anomaly of this worldVirtue & flexibility of our seamsWrap your legs around my mindAllow me the most sensuous dreams Never to rejoin this delinquent societyLet me lead you with hands on your hipsTo paradiseContinue reading “Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress”
Sitting out on the porch swingSkirt spread flat over rocking legsExhausted from the daily routineTired of sharing life with the dregsClosing weary eyes to dream againImagining a reassuring, masculine formKnowing this could finally be differentThis could be comfort in the coming storm
Where is my absurd little coffee this mornClaiming to be something or otherI rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyesNever forget the dreams they try to smotherMy gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefullyOur love burnt brightly into a passionate fireI stretch my legs & smile at a job well doneShe’ll slumber for a while, forContinue reading “Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn”
The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching forContinue reading “The Carcasses Of Inspiration”
You don’t want to admitThat you possibly have some feelsThe epic curve of your bosomHeaving with a thought that I’ll stealYour subtle plaid skirt laid out nicelyLegs tucked behind your shapely derriereForever might be nice if you acceptTogether we meld into a love extraordinaire