Thoughts

 In my deepest thoughts your there
Mentally resuscitating my brain to prepare for this moment so rare
So rare that an identical
Shape, form, or fashion still wouldn’t compare
Rejuvenated I breathe
Air back into the life of this dream
Where we met for a little more than the crumbs off your cake
But also for the sweet taste of the natural flavor in my cream
See in my deepest sleep you lay right beside me . . . . . . . . . . . . drawn to me
Nearly joined at the hip like waist bands and belt loops because you are just that warm to me
Body just that hot to me
Honestly! Is it me or you just got to be (((FLY))) got to be (((SEXY) got to be (((GORGEOUS)))
Now in my deepest stroke you’re under me
Scratching me so passionately
While at the top of your lungs you scream don’t cum in me
Yet behind every moan you call me every other name but my own
From Christ Jesus to oh God
From Baby . . . . Baby to sweet father of pearl after I remove my rod
I can tell you’ve never felt this way before
Cause on the bank of your orgasm
I cash in enough ecstasy to silence the shore
You want more . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .