Lady…
I can feel “U” looking
Watching…in a hard stare
But, with a ‘jazzy-romantic-type glare
As a flock of tantalizing lust;
Fills the air…
That 1 can reach out, & grab
Bringing out your ‘sweet’ flirtatious laugh
As ‘We’ break the ice of rowdy possibilities…
That ‘We’ can explore with our minds;
As well as our anatomy
Fore, the cent of enchantment, has a new rivalry…
As ‘We’ embrace this freaky opportunity
Passing bases…
2 finally be ‘Face 2 Face’
alone in my corner…
my cave…my place of space;
as our minds calculate, & debate…
Dam…
how long can the other wait;
before physical 4-play take place…
making clothing escape…emotions race;
making one thirsty 4 a taste…
of boiling passion…
demanding Fortier action…
with depth…
in harmony with your every breath…
as it increases…
You start shaking,
almost into pieces…
clinging & clawing my skin…
trying 2 force my whole body in…
2 your now made;
reality Wet Daydream*

N.G.
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WRITER…CLIFFORD SPILLER
POET…’NOT GUILTY’™