I should be writing a poem right now
But all I can think about is you
and the way your lips taste
and how bad I’m craving you
and your smell
and the way your eyes look
when you slide into my core
The wind blows and
your breathy grow echos in my ear
I let out a sigh, as I sit here
with my lips pressed between my teeth
trying to write a poem
Every post I read, there is something in it where I think “why have I not said that to my wife”? And then I am torn between jealousy of how well your words fly off the page into my soul and excitement for what I may be able to read next. You have an amazing gift! Never stop writing!