I won’t wash my sheets for days,
your intoxicating, spice to adorn them,
to excite my olfactory sense,
even after you’ve exited.
The time between my times with you,
Only craving you near,
until again you visit. (returning my smile)
As you stood before me tonight,
coy grin adorning the comfort in your unmatched face,
I allowed my lips to again taste your sweet, tempting crest,
daring a bit lower, I could feel new, delicious ground, and taste your naughty warmth.
God damn you 7am.
I will make these nights more exciting for you.
I know I am rather boring, and for that I do apologise,
but I honestly just adore having you near,
I don’t need an activity, on these nights, I have you, all I want.
You are my excitement.
You are in my bed right now, as I type!
How lucky am I?
Right now, the luckiest. (That smile)
Please don’t let weeks pass after 7am.
If nothing else, I am the fool always craving you.
Dreaming of lust in love,
wrapped in sheets, adorned with your undeniable, perfect spice.
-R. (3:43am, Monday Dec. 30, 2013)