If I could rest my head on your lap
I would look up and trace the constellations and unknown stars
Unnamed galaxies to match your eyes
I would concoct grand tales and create ancient legends.
Fabricate words picked up from The Big Bang Theory, and I shall lie.
If I tilt my head to the left, I would face your navel.
Ongoing negotiations convince you to pierce your belly button.
Down payment on a fantasy
That one day might become available.
If I search to the right, I will gaze upon oblivion.
An empty car park coupled with your absence
Nothing to see, feel, or hear; not worth my time or efforts.
Any space that lacks even a hint of your essence
When I am marking time to make the most of in your presence
But I do not dare engage with the South.
Think I will let that final side be for now
Hoping for great possibilities the summer night might bring about
If I do trespass into your secret garden, I am in so much doubt.
That would lack the willpower to find my sanity and my way out
Due to your juices the fruits in your secrete garden produces
Lost in a state of hyper exuberance like the Iranian hostages
I daydream about kissing your second pair of hidden lips
The ones your long legs keep eclipsed
I so desperately want to taste all these sweet nectars.
Which secretes other than from your candy corn mouth  
As the floodgates open, I am standing at attention.
Liberating my taste buds, ending any and all droughts.