Weekend’s gone, it’s time to go to work,
And hangovers hit me like a tow truck.
Brain’s fuzzy, except you clear as day,
Tightly embedded in my subconscious.
Its Monday, the second day of the week,
The day that I’m supposed to be focused.
You are all I see everywhere and every time,
And the universe won’t give me no peace.
You. Yes you. Eyes closed, heart’s open,
Flashbacks encouraged, emotional swamp.
My focus is clear, but if only it was on work.
Picking up the phone, I try my nth distractive luck,
And I’m lucky despite the tons of work on my desk.
There it is, that beautiful voice that has me high,
The voice that has my member whisked and hard,
That which has me down memory lane. Weakened.
Phone rings, you, the love of my life are calling,
I pick up excitedly, trying to listen to what you say,
But I’m happy, I’ll get to see you soon, very soon.
Says you coming over, and I can’t control my thoughts.
Your scent alone is enough to drive me nuts,
And despite the years, I can’t believe you are mine.
I’m anxious and an absolute nervous wreck.
It never really gets old, that feeling is distinct.
Weakness. Greatest strength. You, my love.
Your embrace always has my knees weak.
I’d say there’s always butterflies when I see you,
But that would be a lie. The feeling’s beyond butterflies.
The loud butterflies, need I say my love,
Always have me subconsciously screaming.
Short or long hair, you still effortlessly have me,
At your mercy. And your bubbly face, damn.
The memory of your perfect body has me fidgeting,
I find myself speechless and occasionally forgetful,
The perks of having you as a part of me. Mine.
The way your body moves innocently provocative,
Has my fingers itching to touch you, over and again.
To remind you just how beautiful and perfect you are,
Is my greatest desire and always has me wishing for more,
More of those closed sensations and drunkenness in you.
Making love to you, the best thing ever for me,
Has my senses active and sharp, when you need me,
For the feeling of being inside you is heaven on earth.
I want to remember what it feels like to cuddle,
To be in your arms, beside you, in my bed.
And that sexy nightdress, the enemy of my composure,
Its transparency has me forgetting to breathe,
What is breathing my love, do remind me, in bed.
I know not love but I want to remember,
The sensations of your fingers on my lips.
The feeling of your dangerously full lips on mine,
The overwhelming desire that awakens when they mate.
The feel of your soft delicate hands on me,
Of your mischievous gentle traces on my torso.
The feel of your tits on my hard chest,
Of your tiny expertise hands tracing my abs.
I want to forget not the memories and moments,
And the fire that erupts in me when with you.
I love the way you make me feel alright,
I want to remember every bit of my life with you,
All of it, not just today but also beyond forever,
That’s how long I want to live in love with you.
Even if it means the afterlife shakes with our passion.
I don’t desire perfection, I desire you, my perfect intoxication.
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