Golden walls intricate
             regal behind your stead
Lights reflect every detail
                      on your beautiful head
                               on fabric, indigo
             pressed against my body,
                                        my bed

Beams, dim, light your cream skin
             Vivid images shown
Distance, a hairline fracture
                      Inhales, exhales, become
                               beautiful exchanges
             heavy plunges with our–
                                         deep moans

Words intricate, precise
          handpicked by lips so chapped
Marvelous, perilous sounds
                 graze my skin, steel bullets
                     as painful as your thrusts
          Inaudible groans leave
                                          your love

My thoughts travel at great speed .. A troubled mind in relentless conspiracy designed to repress my religion , sickness that incarcerates a cherished morning without hope of charity ! I am a thief if need be , committed to unlocking the many sacraments that lie in wait before me !

Honey is the way your words drip into my soul, like water cascading from the heavens after a dark cloudy night.
It is your absolute coexistence with every bit of the world around you.
The way your hands crescendo against my body like the exhales of the sea, the white light glows and courses through your veins like electricity.
Yet you're never in a rush to live.
Instead, you beckon me back to bed, my skin sticks to yours in the heat caused by our bodies under rustled sheets, and I think I found home in the spaces between your fingers.
You hold my name between your lips like a lit cigarette between your teeth.
Nothing will ever feel as sweet as this.

Born into the world as Louis Armstrong , he was called "pops'' in jazz
Circles  or Satchmo when he picked up his trumpet on the Ed Sullivan  Show  and London heard the black and blue notes
Notes sounded in Copenhagon too
Sadness was turned into joy every time he blew
Notes higher and higher in tune
And each one spanked like a bad boy
Even Bourbon street picked up Louie's sweet vibe