Make. Love. To.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
The kind of love
\nThat makes me
\nTake notes, sift
\nThough the creative
\nFiles of my brain
\nAs you stimulate
\nMy intellectual mind<\/p>\n
Words arresting me<\/p>\n
Holding my responses<\/p>\n
Hostage in the room<\/p>\n
Of interrogation<\/p>\n
Four scores<\/p>\n
Of foreplay<\/p>\n
From a fluent tongue<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
How your noun and<\/p>\n
Verb agreement tickle<\/p>\n
Me, causing me to<\/p>\n
Shift nervously in my<\/p>\n
Seat, each thought<\/p>\n
More profound than<\/p>\n
The one before<\/p>\n
Entering the stratosphere<\/p>\n
Of genius and galloping<\/p>\n
Into the hallway of<\/p>\n
My left and right<\/p>\n
Hemispheres knocking<\/p>\n
On all the doors<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Come in<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Take your shoes off<\/p>\n
And get comfortable<\/p>\n
Your eyes penetrate<\/p>\n
Me, roaming the<\/p>\n
Terrain taking in<\/p>\n
The pools of my honey<\/p>\n
Whiskey that sparkle<\/p>\n
In the sun<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Digging deeper into<\/p>\n
Me your eyes say things<\/p>\n
Words can never convey<\/p>\n
Not seeing through me<\/p>\n
But seeing through to me<\/p>\n
The deeper me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Intoxicated with your stares<\/p>\n
Stroke after stroke after stroke<\/p>\n
Of my hair, as you massage<\/p>\n
Me into a coma<\/p>\n
Wanted and inviting<\/p>\n
Your hands are sorcery<\/p>\n
Gifted to you by a<\/p>\n
Woman who knew she’d<\/p>\n
Found love<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You add enough friction<\/p>\n
To my scalp<\/p>\n
And integrate words to<\/p>\n
Take me to a place<\/p>\n
That doesn’t exist<\/p>\n
Altogether lovely<\/p>\n
Totally out of this world<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Resuscitate this lifeless<\/p>\n
Body, breathe new life<\/p>\n
Into it 2 breaths, so<\/p>\n
Minty fresh and 50<\/p>\n
Compressions later<\/p>\n
Leaves me gasping<\/p>\n
For air and confessing<\/p>\n
Grasping for straws and<\/p>\n
Eager for the next lesson<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Make love to me<\/p>\n
The me you can’t<\/p>\n
Physically reach<\/p>\n
Limitations we won’t<\/p>\n
Ever teach each other<\/p>\n
just try it<\/p>\n
Bourbon and cobbler<\/p>\n
Warm and flaky<\/p>\n
Sweet Georgia peach<\/p>\n
Smothered<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There is a level of<\/p>\n
Intimacy both deep<\/p>\n
As it is wide.<\/p>\n
The heightened level<\/p>\n
Of knowing that,<\/p>\n
Stands alone<\/p>\n
Tests the waters<\/p>\n
Walks on them<\/p>\n
And then testifies<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Make love to….<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
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Fj original 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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