“I love looking at you”
You say.
And I wonder what you see?
Bulgy eyes,
Sausage fingers,
Thinning eyebrows
Is what I see.
I try to see myself through your lens
Beautiful eyes,
Delicate hands,
Cleavage for miles,
Hair that you can’t help but grab,
Soft skin waiting to be turned rugged
After several
Soft (hard) bites
From your mouth.
Your mouth on my skin.
I live in this moment
I could die happy with this image in my head:
Your mouth on my skin.
I like myself
Through your eyes.

You came to me last night,
In a dream.
I can't help but wonder...
Did I do the same to you?
Are our subconscious thoughts entangled?
Entangled.
With you.
That’s an image I like.
An image that causes an immediate reaction in my body...
Shivers down my spine,
Moisture in… well, you know where.
A smile,
Tugging at the corners of my mouth.
My mouth, craving the feeling of happiness,
Wants me to give into my emotions,
But I can’t...
He reaches for me,
Entangling his limbs with mine.
Entangled, in reality,
With the one I long to leave
For you.