As we age,
and with distance...
Memories become dreams
and later myths.

The infinitesimally small
becomes the infinitely big.
The Universe seamless,
like a Mobius strip.

Somewhere deep
in the chambers of my heart
is a space with your name on it,
and no one may enter
except you and I.

My lust for you is chronic,
a deep ache I cannot resist.
No ******* can express
What its like between your thighs.
The look, the feel, the smell, the taste...
Words fail me.
Here there be dragons.

Caught in a puddle of sunlight,
unable to move...
I sip my tea
and watch the moon.

Go deep.
Dig deeper.
Deeper still.

She was a delightful mix
of sweetness and insanity.
I'm not saying she was crazy,
rather
her acquaintance with reality
was a passing one.
She lived in her own little world
and if she liked you
she'd invite you in.
Her heart was pure,
her body less so.
She embraces the world...
and would you too
should she take
the fancy.