A Touch of Phosphorus

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Somewhere between slumber and awake you formed
yet you've always been there,
and will infinitely
while trying to forget
I remember again
your eyes intensely wanting and staring into me
the memories at times a whisper, but enough
something stirred up but not fully awake
your hold I thought I had put to bed
at least I thought I did, for my own sake.

Now that once-was reality has become a now-fantasy
floods me again with such dopamine
seeing you in that form rare, emotions laid bare
a beauty that only I can see
an innocence so sexy, simple dress complexly vexing
I loved you as this complicated tease, that's true
the first time I laid hands on and all over you
I never finished being through with pleasing you.

Such soft skin of polished ivory, I'd love to tickle
that lovely curve and shape of your hips
begs me immensely to touch you intensely
and kiss every inch until you drip
your form overthrows all rational thought
to overindulge rather than sip,
telling libido "go", over drinking my fill
forever tasting the sweet wine of your inviting lips
I'll be the wax and you'll be my fire
and slowly melt into each other
gasp for air every moment you can
because while in my love you're totally smothered
and I really won't care, how I"ll take you there
cuz I'll be caught up in these throes
be it skin on skin, but if not then
I'll work around or through the cotton of those clothes.

Either way you're too embedded into my mind
where you planted some permanent seed
phosphorus-burned pictures in my brain
seeped deep these emotions, my memory feeds
I'm still perplexed how you're so far from me
yet somehow close inside
it's only to ink and God I'll express
these truths my emotions try to hide.

In ways you're a dream I can't stop having
simply out of my realm of control
you bonded then split this strange part of me
that connected us past in soul
in distant depths far in my mind
feels now as if you're standing right there
looking back at me, still reacting to me
sharing again that intense, wanting
now bittersweet stare
and I snap back to reality
and you're no longer there.

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