Nightly Vibes...

It keeps me up at night..
When I'm trying to find Warmth & Comfort laid up tight.
In covers wrapping my Soul fabric sewing Memories & Truth,
Why is Sexy Creole lingering in my dreams sitting by me grazing dark jeans?
Words failing my description
is this some sort of Prediction?
It's quite involuntary soaking my Moon Waves,
hormones below my waist almost asking to be saved..
of the Sexual torture I'm diggin' my grave.
Lost in some Galaxy of Submissive space,
traveling light years across Brown Sugah pores upon a face.
It reflects in my eyes drowning of thought,
condemned to Carbon more often than Sensibility..
Restless on mornings after seasoning my agility.
Spices mixing with Amber & Ginger,
Cinnamon Ambrosia raining my skin..
Lightening synapses transmitting energy willing to begin before my days end.