Life is back on track again.
I'm so glad I got it
out of my system.

It's hard to focus
when my dam fills
up to the brim.

Cracks begin to appear
before the dam-buster
shows up to
release my buildup.

Once its expended,
normalcy begins the day
or night, whichever,
it's business as usual,
and life is good again.

She told me
boys were always
part of her curriculum.
Seeing her in action,
I truly believe her.
She rocks me
like someone
who's earned
a PHD.

It's pretty hard
to describe
without
getting frisky.

She’s been there forever,
somewhere, always
in the back of my mind,
just under the surface.
I’ve never been able to wash her smell,
extract her beautiful image,
out of my memory.

It was not those brown eyes,
those pouty-lips or her dimpled cheeks,
not even her thick crown of gorgeous hair.
It was purely chemical,
we were bound by our genetics,
engaged immediately
in the most sensual-rituals,
every single time
was as good as the last.

Those feelings flare up occasionally,
and it’s always the same thing.
My heart lands in my throat,
I can’t breathe & my blood flow
increases the tingling
down below.

And I just know,
in the back of my mind,
she still feels the same,
I can feel her, still.

You have a raw-fragrance about you,
I smell it way down deep in my very marrow.

Your crystalline-ice-eyes bewitch me,
you are not Earthly, you are angelic.

I can feel your lady-energy,
it’s so primordial, musk drips
from your wanton-lips.

I imagine your kisses
are sublime, feel electric,
would jolt my senses
into another dimension.

You make me
feel animal-like,
I want to seed you
with the same fervor
that burns in your own heart.

with my brown eyes peering back at you
from the snowed-in window pane
i shivered at the look of you
staring back at me
because i could smell you through
the closed doors

and i rested my head upon your shoulder
and you rested yours upon mine
i could not shake the desire
to reach for love i would never find

in the darkness of the night
i long for you alone
for us to make these wrongs a right
your name runs through the marrow of my bones

these words are overused
lost in synchronicity
the time has come for me to choose
between lust and serendipity

the "l" word and it's lofty weights
the way i'm begging for you to stay
but you told me not to come back again
but it's your heart on which i depend

i love you, no
i lust after you
say it ain't so
for you to love me too.