Not just a passing fancy,
What I really long for,
Right now and once in a hot and heavy while,
Is to be left in warm comatose,
Next to a breathing and living form,
Grateful to feel a comfort pleasure,
A heart heavy desire fulfilled,
Satisfied in yet wanting more,
Left there in warm comatose,
Stroking with a finger the brilliant cherry skin,
The lotus of sensuality spilling over the brim,
Cascading down in defiant decadence,
Leaving me in warm comatose,
My mouth would search and explore,
Discovering each new second with every sensation,
Realizing that each dawn is witnessed two fold
And that the only ones left are we,
Carelessly left in warm comatose.