As I sit here,
I clear my thoughts
And allow you to paint
Visions of mental orgasms
On the canvas of my mind.
I find myself
Standing at attention,
In more ways than one,
As the words gently drips
From your luscious lips
And seep into my soul.
They creep up on me like a bold
Chill; traversing my spine.
They overwhelm my brain
And drive me insane
With images of you and me
Doing things
That brings
Tears even to the eyes of
The angels that look down upon us;
Jealous
Of what they see
As we
Submerge ourselves into a sea
Of love and are caressed
By the waves of passion.
Squeezing,
Teasing,
Pleasing each other with care,
Drawing each other near,
Breathing in each other's air,
Living within each other's hearts,
We exist each for the other;
Unwilling to part
'Til death does us both.
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Pictured: Brooke Ochoa