"Excuse me. I just wanted to briefly interrupt your day to remind you about the night before last.
The way I touched you was the softest that I have ever touched a woman. I wasn’t afraid of hurting you, I just felt that you deserved it. The attention I gave you was unprecedented. I enjoyed giving it to you more than you felt receiving it. My intention is not to get you giddy, but the truth can be flattering. The way I filled-in your saturated pores allowed me the opportunity to not be able to ignore nothing.
I saw everything…my eyes look to do it again.
I touched everything…my hands felt honored.
I tasted everything…my tongue wonders how one can be so sweet.
I heard everything…my ears felt privileged, for they have heard what no other has…
the sounds of your singing soul.
I smelled everything…every opening and every exhale that you contributed to the ambiance that we both so energetically enjoyed…my nose anticipates the next smell of your virtuousity.
Every position allowed me unlimited vision. I searched your eyes and peeked at your soul. My actions were gentle, yet quackening. Earthquakes usually invite loss. What did you lose? Will I be afraid of your answer? Don’t answer yet. Get up…let me sit down…sit on top of me, so I can be given your answer.
That was deep.
I have a secret to tell you. I see people. Beautiful people. Unconscience people. Do you? Even though I can’t see you, I see you. I see you. Does that make sense to you? Can you see me?
I’ve been told I have issues. I do. I work on them daily, all the while, looking toward tomorrow.
For disturbing you, if need be, I apologize. But from the innocent look in your eyes, and the perfect smile composed on your lips, and the continuous movement of your thighs, and the unheard “woooow” communicated between your toes and brain, I don’t think one is needed.
Gradually refocus on your duties, for you will forget everything that has been said after I am gone. It’s time for me to go. Did I overstay my welcome? I am honored that you thought of me. I’ll be back the next time you decide to invite me to star in your next daydream. Until then…I say ‘peace’…of me be with you."
Middaydreams
This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 at 7:12 pm. It is filed under "Yo...check this out!", Poetry.
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