Friday, November 8, 2019

Lover Of Mine

The smell of plumerias in the pacific on this tiny island is a wonderful thing to experience.

I think of the fragrant smell of different flowers and I think of you; my lover.

The way you smell of cacao beans and coffee.

The way your light, chocolate skin rubs against mine.

I love you the way all things are to be loved.

I keep you in my heart all the time.

I pray because of you.

You are the only thing I pray for if need be.

You are the crisp, cold air at night that I love to breathe in.

You are the only one person I love.

When there is no one else lover, I think of you.

Love me, kiss me kill me….

And love me harder.

Put your sword in its sheath..

Put sugar on me.

And I’ll tell you how much I love it when you pull my hair and stroke me gently as if you knew what you were doing.

Moan for me lover.

Take me because I know you are the only one, and the only one I’d come home to.

I run to you….

Only.

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