Morning damp air is creeping through my curtains.
Your smell slinks heavily through the air.
Tainting my pillows are the sweet smell of your nectar
And the deep essence of your sweat and perfume…
Deep are my thoughts as you invade my mind and camp in my sinuses
My head swims into deep waters thinking of my confessions in ongoing hyperventilation
Moans still echo endlessly in my ears.
Muffled by pillows to not alert the neighbors,
I rest in bed, yet my legs still wont stop shivering…
I roll over, only to fill my face in a pillow of your essence..
Reminded even in my dreams.. how complete you make me feel…
Embracing me with your dreams, forcing butterflies to flee
Just so I can call out your name in my sleep..
Grasping for that moment of purity, where I stumbled on my tongue
And you bit the shit out of me…only turning me on more…
I’m not into pain…but you washed away my brain in it..
And made me see how exquisite everything else felt in comparison..
Enwrapped me like a rainstorm, washing away my doubts
And now the morning sun is here and I can’t see the clouds..
Sunshine creeping into my sleepy eyes searching for meaning
And in this dusty mind, You’ve done some cleaning…

11/24/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this for someone in mind.. I took after Arielles new sexual appeal to a piece.. and this is what I came up with... It's a little rough around the edges.. but I liked it enough to post it up now..

Posted on 11/24/2003
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