“I go to her breast like bees to a sweet flower.” -OTS
Of waking in such a world:
Eyes dark to the element of night.
Avoiding aversion, focused assertion:
I have to do this.
Alerted companion, shield your gaze.
This hour will not see you wake:
Sleep beacons and pulls you back.
A kiss goodnight again; what we do before bed.
Kiss on the lips.
Morning, noon, and night, it doesn’t matter…
Like prayer, but better.
She was wet with excitement, I was hard to conceal.
Few words to discuss.
What is the meaning?
Love or lust?
Is this real?
Bike to work; quaint, quiet, alone, thoughts of others.
My Day In Comparison.
Who cares? I am not everyone else, am I?
I miss love like I would miss oxygen too, just like you:
Held under water to die-when you are gone, begging you to come my way, to come my way and stay. Forever long.
And I wake with another…
Beep, beep, beep.
Another day to stumble through, thoughts of you.
And the sound of a hand slapping plastic is echoed through the sheets.
No damage is done, I pull the blankets over her face and leave.
My mother always told me to watch out for Number One.