We stay up past midnight, sitting on the living room floor together.
Joking, laughing, & sharing threads of each other lives in a story that echoes the rhythm of poetry.
Reminiscing over a game of Uno
I brush my hand against hers through the exchange of cards. She flinches & start blushing.
I notice her mood & body language change.
Glancing into her brown eyes, I could tell she wanted to do something else.
So I begin to speak, asking her- “ Hey, do you want to take this game to the bedroom?”

I trace the curvature of her body with my hands as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Her tongue quivers while I explore areas where the natural garden lies.
-Back arches in reaction to my touch igniting swift movements & pleasure
-Entrance rhythmic motion from the depths of our love emerging as we mirror passion through twists & turns
-Pushing me to realize that I’m finding myself in the reflection of her dark brown eyes.

Come make me feel sane baby

puny pink primrose
pursuing phantom pleasure
pecking playful puff

******* with sandpaper,


                         smoothing the wood...

You taste so fine
in the morning
you go down like
coffee and sunshine
or a bird on the fence.

anthem

we pledge allegiance
to each other, our state
of-just-the-two-of-us,

hands on each other’s
heart, we cocoon, snuggle,
it’s always warm in our land

like Camelot, never rains,
always in agreement, every
votes never tied, for we are

a colorless world, only one,
the color of the day, is what
we feel, create, and believe

we sing only duets, our music,
only perfect pitch harmonies,
this our anthem, sung twice daily

when the sun should rise,
and when it should set, but,
since our sun never leaves

we do it for pure pleasure