When Loneliness Comes Calling

Our window bids good morning as sunshine winks her delicate light, cascading against crimson curves as the yearning spoon is stirred and dawn shines past a moonlight trite Fingertips caressing, hips that beckon a lovers moan, A slow descent of gentle squeezes and feather soft ascents. Securities blanket of manly frame still wrapped behind me of a winters night beside me like the sky robes a shivering slivered moon. My cradled neck hungers for your breath, and your kisses suckling twins of softest flesh. Privation cries to roll deeper into your embrace finding your manhood foraging my legs, standing at the ready to enter candy land through sugar coated gate. With pause you edge some distance as your piercing eyes reveal you've memorized by sense of touch, every delicacy unconcealed. A smile pulls across your lips in silence exulting your pride As your hand slowly s li de s only to discover pools of wanting you running over. Lips that must be kissed savoring the taste lingering on your lips to share with me a morsel of my passions taste with longing to be filled. To speak, my tongue must form in perfect motion the thoughts I must convey, so it is to cast my seducing potion expressing my gift in pleasure's game At leisurely pace I open my eyes... Awakening now to an ordinary day where simple comforts breed the mundane and poetry abides my habitual escape from magics rare existence and remnants of disillusionment remain Like drive thru food in lieu of a feast for taste buds grown abated. Sullenly today, so alone I am, with hungers appetite so far from sated. Perhaps I was dreaming of Juliet, consummated in Romero's hands As disenchantment knocks at my door... When loneliness comes calling.