Poetry for thought

Title: Imagination

Imagination doesn't suffice on a day like today,

Today should be spent falling asleep under trees,

With your hand in my hair,

Collecting smiles, watching the colour Red

Dancing in your eyes.

With every gaze, I fall apart,

And with every smile,

You put me back together,

Give me all those smiles,

I'll bottle them up and keep them for cold nights.

On days like today, imagination doesn’t suffice,

I close my eyes and I can feel your breath at my neck,

But you aren’t here and I am not there,

But imagination… is a bitch, makes you want it

Right now. Right here.

On a day like today, you should be here,

Distracting me, teasing me,

Leaving me struggling for air,

Did I mention?

Imagination doesn’t suffice on a day like today.

I am left wondering if I would forget how you smile,

And I am being greedy with memories,

Trying to always remember,

Replaying them over and over and over….

Because, you know, imagination doesn’t suffice,

9 January, 2018

Poetry for thought

Title: Good Morning

Wake up, lover.
Look, the sun is streaming in,
Drawing patterns on your skin,
Warming corners under my fingers.

While I move the covers away from you,
Here take my naked chest for warmth.
Stay warm, lover,
I am just getting started.

Your naked stomach,
Against my naked chest,
Your hand in my hair,
Are you falling asleep again?

That’s alright, lover,
Stay warm,
While my fingers find your soft nipple,
Don’t open your eyes yet.

This half asleep, half awake
Moment is my favourite,
While I part your legs slowly,
Stay warm, lover.

I am just getting started,
Your warm skin against my lips,
At the curve of your waist,
Making my body warmer.

I want to stay slow,
Keep you drowsy,
But I am thirsty,
And this proximity is driving me insane.

I take you into my mouth,
Now, your eyes wide open,
Tug at my hair harder, lover,
Show me where to go.

Are you awake?
Are you warm?
I am just getting started.

21 December, 2017