I wake up
    each morning
    with you in my arms.

    comforted by your oddness

     seduced by your knowledge
     of my ways,
     I want to care for you.

     You looked at me
     and whispered,
      "bite my lip and
       press your body
       against mine."

        I said to you, "kissing
        is the language of love"...

        "how about a conversation."

         "My lips,
           my teeth,
           your neck," and "then I'm going to
           cover you with me because I want
           the line between us to disappear now."
           I exclaimed.

           It's not *** that
           gives the pleasure,
            but the lover.

"I going to make love to you as if there's  someone working 24 hours a day to take you away from me."  
"And there usually is."
                                                            ­                            Jon York   2019