Monday, June 26, 2017

un-solitary confinement


if i were there i wouldn’t care

          about the lack of time

i have to hold you in my arms

          in moments so sublime

your hair is red; your hair’s been black

          your hair was often blonde

no matter what the color is

          i always will respond

where skin and breasts will find no rest

          within eyes that linger

where touching you is my behest

          with each and every finger

and better days are here to stay

          within my stay with you

where you alone become enthroned

          a goddess in my view

 

your soft full lips i’m not equipped

to quench my thirst with just one sip

your open arms and tender charms

have brought me to a place of harm

where i’m imprisoned with a key

i toss away to never leave

the confines of your curves and lines

where i seek nothing else as mine

 

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