A gentle breeze blows
through your window
the smell of spring fills the air,
I sneeze...
I kiss the nape of your neck
and inhale
your sweet perfume,
I sneeze...
Your cat jumps up on my lap
purring,
begging to be petted,
I sneeze...
We undress and climb into bed
our naked bodies press together;
where the dog usually sleeps,
I sneeze.
You are beautiful and I want you
but I fear my dear
I am allergic to your world,
AH...AH...ACHOO!
Sometimes desire just isn't enough without some form of medication.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)