I shave in your corrugated edges
Smoothing my flaws to the point that my joints lock with reciprocation
I'm jealous when I can't taste your juices
Your nectar is one of the essential food groups
On the pyramid above milk

I get sweaty when I see that body in the window of our cottage swimming in the newness of the sun
Beckoning the wind to challenge the stance of your hair follicles
Sunglasses highlight the virginity kept within you silhouette
Wanting to spell my name on your frame over and over and over.....

You have me feeling like a sick love song
Falling frail when I see your words
Play in the instance of being still
Weak with the withering in the crescendo of your verses

I want to make love to you so bad that I want to make you love you
Twice
Three times on Sunday and Ramadan
I want to bend you over to elongate the spinal tap to bring forth that climatic release
Being cinematic in 144 dpi
Low teching your low jack to a flow that blow back hip flexors
And when we are done your light kisses are jesters pestering for a reoccurring session
I know these are digital dreams that when unplugged are nothing but reminders of wants hidden
Tracking on forbidden territory where stories are given life
But that's what I want from you
Life
Words
Happiness......

Wake me up when you plug in again.....