HERE
if you were here
I would
devote myself to
your pleasure,
shamelessly, spectacularly
so
bring you into my sphere
softly, slowly
inch by inch
measure
by measure
until you cannot, would
not ever desire
to leave
come down to Earth from
where we
soared together
ON MY PART
was going to send you
an audio
making love to you
with voice
reaching those spots
other voices fail to reach
but
I held back, pressed
record
but no speech
on my part
nothing came out
think it must
be the terrible fear
that something
spoken
sensuously
will
bounce back
and before I know it
there I am once more
falling for
you again
desperate that all the pleasure
I talk, is pleasure
that in my
heart I still
hope of talking you into
lying back on my bed night
after night alone
longing, dreaming
one day
we will touch
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