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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 this

Us, mixed

Lust sits

Heavy, hints

Of liquor

Licking

Wits

Dizzy

Sipping

This wet and ready

Skin

Feeling the subtle

Sinking

Bliss

Low at my hips

Pulled like tides

When the moon

Shines

And slips our minds

Somewhere

Safe

Sharp arch

At the first sampling

Of ache

Its been too long

And your hands are

Too strong

And your mouth

Is too on

Point, and joins my

New calm

With eager, soon gone

To great lengths

To juxtapose

The nuance of your

Good God

And my devils

Of your milk skin

My amaretto

Your hard

All against my

Soft

You've been out

Too long

In those fields

That yield

The lonely

That I assume

Come

Close

Let me consume

The whole of you

And your aches

And I will bloom

In place

Of fruit, flowers, hours

Lost to you

While you were out

And down

And do

Find time to fall

A bit

Back

Be that

Moment

You’re hoping

To meet

As you sit in fields

And feel the ache

To reap