SPRINGTIME IN YOU

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SPRINGTIME IN YOU

I enjoy the mornings laying on your bed

Clever flirtatious things said because of that want for touch

I want so much and the pleasure of gliding fingers down your back

I try to find words to say but at the time I lack the right tact so I speak to you by rubbing pressure points, messaging joints, trying to make enough points so I can please you on the regular all day in every way.

I say all of that this by loving the touch of you.

I like how you play deep sleep, I caught you peep-n J

As my fingers started creapin up and down inner thiegh.

That's why I make sure to mind my place but you know I had

To taste those digits making sure you feel me thru every

Seam and bend. It's a team effort when I spend

Time reading your skin like a blind man reads brail

And I have to tell you. You are a good read.

Your body is a visual playground with round hills,

soft lips and hips that lead down to thirst quenching valley I crave to sip from... then I step in.

No real need for juice & gin but Bombay could open doors a little?

Let me peak, let me find what I seek but only

In real time, in flawless rhyme, I await the sign

And gester "come inside Steve!"

I'm your Adam and right now all these wants are forbidden,

Your apple although not hidden can not be overseen by

Me at this time but trust me I'm working up to you, trying to step to you

And make sure only true intentions are in order but still I approach your border cause you do that something to me!

But I ask you to let me conclude this time so our rhyme

can maybe have a future bringing valley and son together

Without stormy weather raining on us the wrong way

But for now I want to say

I'm feel you....

And I find Spring time in you..

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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