**** it.
First day on the job
and there you are.

Distracting me.
Pinning me.
Trapped
against your stare.

Oh, Lord.
I love it when you look.

I live.
Deep in the valleys,
In the hills, that make your blanket.
Here.
I live.

Sprawled.
In all directions.
Through the leafy green
Of your sheets.
My hips, like mountains.
Not mountains.
Hills.
Sloping gently,
Curving slowly,
Soft, living, fertile.

Your bed.
So like a valley.
So open and welcome.

And you...
King.

King of the valley
That is your bed.
Sun.
To the hills that
Are my hips.
You sit.

Oh, truly there is nothing
More than this.
If I am the land,
Gently sloping, gently breathing,
You are the sky.
Shining, smiling.
King.

Oh, how I wait for
Your touch to light upon
My form.
Oh, how I search for
Your kiss.

You.
So like the sun.
Your lips so divine.
Bliss! Oh Bliss!
When they press against mine.

Oh Love,
You are King.
King of my heart,
King of this room,
King of this valley,
Where
I
Live.

When I have laid my head to rest
To dream my final dream
I'll think of our love,
That to everyone,
Is not what it would seem.

I'll close my eyes and see the stars
So familiar in the sky
And think "Oh Lord,
How I have loved!"
And be unafraid to die.

For if the world be false and cold
If it be marked untrue
There still could be no beast nor man
Who could mar my love for you.

So, as I lay my heavy head
And start for final sleep
The memories of
What we have done
Will be the ones I keep.

I fear my sense
Of right and wrong
Are skewed beyond
Repair.

For all I do
Is think of you
Regardless of if you're
There.

The way your body
Knows my own and
Matches it with
Heat.

Is quite enough
To make it tough
To focus or to
Speak.

My God.

Your hands...
Your hands are like
Beams of light through
A cold and starry space.

Your arms...
Your arms are a delicious secret,
Meant only,
Built only,
For me.

Your shoulders...
Dear God, your shoulders
Are like those of Atlas
But the only world you hold
Is my own.

Oh, Lover...
How I crave your embrace!
Your hand on my back,
The fire
Between your legs
Igniting
One of my own.

But...
Your mouth, my love,
Is the greatest of them all.
The wide expanse
Of your lips

Taking up
My every inch.
Making me whole.
Making me my own.

Oh, I wish
That when I wake,
Your ******* nose,
I could break.

But if your nose
Were saved, instead,
I'd also like to break
Your head.

He said.
If you get any better,
If you get any better at this,
I
Will
Die.

And I laughed.
And said it must be the weather,
Because I could do better,
If
I
Tried.

So he said,
Darling, don't joke around,
My heart is bound to burst,
In
My
Chest.

So I smiled
And looked him in his eyes,
And said I'm sorry for
Being
The
Best.