I live to inhale your heaven
To swim in your inner abyss
To sip
lap
and lick
the hallucinogenic sap dripping from the two lips in your secret garden
sweet heart I am high
Inebriated by the mixed scents of vanilla incense
and uninhibited femininity
I spend my waking minutes envisioning the chimera
of your sun kissed unblemished skin undulating and drenched
in me
in you
in us
we meet beneath neon marquees and star constellations
when the city sleeps and the senses awaken
anticipating generating heat in crimson tinted chambers
anticipating breaking the bed frame and waking the neighbors
see baby I’m anxiously anticipating insatiable tongues
honey glazed faces
and sticky fingers
baby I need to see you sweat
see I came here
to take you there
to witness you glistening and grimacing in ecstasy
I am a bit of a fanatic I will admit
I mean I am a bit obsessed with
the lascivious image of your exquisite skin jiggling and shivering
your frantic fingers gripping sheets and reaching into empty space
I am simply addicted to hearing your delirious screams
repeated over and over in ever escalating octaves until your eyes roll back
climaxing
trapped in a spastic convulsion
eyes wide open
mind blown
no
God is not my name
but thank you anyway baby
you lay prostrated
collapsed in the afterglow
your essence dances on my tongue as a mystic memento
slowly I drift into REM sleep
hoping to again meet the sweetest dream I’ve ever seen
and anyone who really knows me
knows you to be inexplicably woven into my speech
voodoo witchy woman that you are
ubiquitous gentle twister you haunt me
seeping into my blood and creeping into my subconscious
embracing my perceptions and caressing them until
every image within them is twisted into your likeness
Miss you’re like this living rhythm
a hypnotic overture washing over my senses
scintillating and lyrical sweet sable siren song
constantly calling me back for more
baby I live for this embrace
you are the air that I breathe
and I can’t wait to see you again