It's Zenobia

So last night I Came to some conclusions I’m losing Little by little This battle To think of Only him Really It’s not on purpose I’m hurting To admit That as I lay with him I only want To feel you fit Yourself Inside me I likely Am going crazy Maybe It’s a faze, lately I only see your face When we are Closing space Between us I see us You and me And hate to think That he Might read My thoughts His lips Are soft But I Want yours Much more I hurt to think He tastes My want for you All along my skin If maybe My pores are scored With traces Of your scent If it’s apparent That my wet Coincides With the closing of my eyes When I Can’t help But think of you He likes our love gentle And slow He makes Delicate Dedications To my soul And I Itch To fix My lips Around your… It’s Insane As we make love I ache to touch My mouth To yours It was innocent In its inception A thank you Quickly Turned to questions To conversations To my imagination Running Rapidly to you Free time found me Humming happily...

Days spent Out in fields Yields Yearning I’d assume Lonely looms Just overhead So I offer Humbly This bed The chance to lay Your head Perhaps But not to rest To till Long drawn out Hours Of our Scents spilled Our sense Filled Much like our hands With each other Sun slung low In the sky Dusk Touches glow To your eyes As they eye The fullness Of these thighs Soft Set To be pressed Beneath you You spend Days chasing fruit Flavor roots Itself In your hands And I ache To suck The taste Clean From your fingers Let it linger Bright taste Of bitter Lips wet As the breeze Of words Set A chill Over them I remind you Of your need For something succulent Mouth watering And you Hardening As I whisper Wishes In your ear Even as I tremble With nerves Long Have you been Gone, and you deserve This comfort Underlying My need Is a maddening heat That I am pleased To lay bare At your feet Indulge in me Travel deep Arms and legs Tangled Test The limits of patience I am waiting Waiting Waiting Let me have t...