Mornings

Can I wake tomorrow morn'ng
and tell of you how much that I love,
who sends me rocketing high, above
all others can now go pack'ng.

Insure

At the dawning of day, I woke
greeting Thee the morn'ng, I spake;
partaking in life's charade of hope
is the faith presently which I cope;
this is the life which I recognized
a long of a wait have I but agonized,
no more... no, never an adulterer -
this promise, for my significant other.

Fitting Room

Tumultuous, was the day
Where patrons they hoard
Endlessly around the clock, while
Lustring are the trees aboard,
Vehemently as we tread
Endlessly, wishing it'd stay.

Entice

Lick. That's the trick;
and go on down south,
slowly.. slowly.. do so quietly,
caress and blow me off my mind;
I am prone to these cuffs, how kind,
vivaciously churning, simultaneously
inserting, a membrane penetrating,
on all fours, feeling wanting more
until a glisten of furore
smites, the cue from your beauty.

Delineate

There is a place, there is a time,
and in this grace, I wish to find mine;
of all places, will you let me find
solace, in the one I have in mind?

Give me this, is all I will be asking,
not just a kiss or love to be making;
adamant, I still am to finding my peace
for retiring is an option, I never will cease.

Have in me serenading sleep to slumber,
while recomposing my mind to be tougher;
clutch the strength within from which I hold,
emancipating anxiety forming such stronghold.

And in this time, more in my mind
is a very painful thought to bind;
work in me now a recuperating whine
which berceuses, I that will be fine.

Vehementen Drei

To a third, this is correlated;
to Frankfurt, I am obligated,
one thing lead to the other
and right now, we are together.

Was on the phone earlier
cheekily, it made both happier,
feeling even so connected,
my adulation is subjected.

Agave

Needless to say,
as tears they swell,
this is just for the day,
tomorrow, it will all be well.

My pledge belated,
and of this I will give
of which I am affiliated
before my retreat I leave.

Cadence

This I have all to offer,
as I have none other,
this heart I gleefully give
for your smile I to receive;
take hold of my hand
and for you I we stand,
nothing shall be between,
never ceasing for I am keen,
and I believe in our making,
is a beautiful thought awaking.

So sleep on sugar, sleep on tight
I want you, this to turn out right.

Longing

I miss thy lips,
of which we pashed,
of the time we kissed,
at long last,
I am pushed to this,
writing out to lash
as my urge persist,
I am a tad abashed.

Exhilarating

Await the waves
braving on all four,
cement our legs
in an ethereal form,
of multiple pashes,
it bespeaks passion,
enthralling masses
by our pashing.