Plants on the windowsills.
Photos on the filing cabinets.
Thanks on the walls.
It's me, it is;I am back,
Without a vengeance...not professionally anyway.But inside my head my thoughts are playing another tune:
Knowing he's there is driving me crazy.
Knowing he knows just stirs the lust;
The anticipation.
The explanation.
The revelation.
Just driving me crazy.
It's only some time...less than full,
More than half;
To hell with the coffee;
Let's return to dessert.
Fucking:
With shudders,
With wetness,
With harshness and desperation,
With tightness and fight.
Tumbling
Bruising
Shouting
Delights...
Finally falling into faithful feeling;
Lives divorced yet closeness is healing
Us both..
languid loving, lingering longing,
Kissing now coupled with rich embraces,
Reaching inwards
Watching his face
As
He
Completely
Consumes
Me.
