Y’all, I have it BAD for this man, I’m up at 2:30am writing poetry about him!
Sweet Man
The thought of your touch keeps me awake tonight,
I feel my fingers longing to transform into yours.
So that this yearning,
This longing will soon be satiated.
Perhaps I will remain deprived a bit longer.
Digits gently trace over where you once were,
Exploring and understanding every inch of me.
What have I done to deserve such worship y adoratión?
Causing me to lose my senses,
Emerging pliable in your embrace.
Remembering your stone flesh against my plush landscape,
How captive,
Yet free I am perched on your lap.
All I can do is hold on,
Hoping you’re there to catch me.
Your tongue,
Chasing a bead of sweat on my neck.
Teasing my jawline,
Tracing my ear,
It’s exquisite.
It feels eternal the way you hold me,
My nails marking your mantle as I cry out.
Breathing your name,
Ragged and hoarse from ecstasy,
Pleading to envelope you.
Your stoicism unyealding,
A calculated crusade of my person,
Seeking to convert me,
But to what end?
Release me from this agony,
This ever electric,
Tantric pas de deux.
And even still,
I beg for it to last.
Until we can’t discern where one of us ends,
And the other begins.
I guess a few more lifetimes of limerence wouldn’t be…..too bad.























