Love Sick(Syck)

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romance

Eyes Draft Picks

Lust  proves quick

Games of  sticks and thrones

Zoned  to  zoom in on pheromones

Imagining homes  of  comfort

Maybe breakfast, before or after meant

Flavored serial,  hoping  to  outlast time spent

What’s  Happening,  before what had happen was

Twas’  a  night  unbridled  desire, one  more  round to go

Hoping  for  retirement parties,  kept creeping up acquiescence

Hating  on  the players,  but  loving  the  tailgate parties

Even  before  CoVid,  prayers  for the  sick or  shut-in

Thinking cold  stasis  would  clean  my  palette, nature calls

Then  again,  boom hits,  like  a mallet, cupid keeps shooting

Reloading  from  hard  disks,  or  maybe  it’s  memory’s free space

She  takes  my breath,   in loves from  thighs to toes,  enveloping my  daydreams  awhile

Its  the whip-appeal  of  foolishly  believing  their 2b  space to  have it all….

Not  wanting  to  hurt,  at  least  not  during time  inbetween, having a ball

Hints  are  given,  or  at  least  imagined, whole affairs  within the blink of my eyes

If  balance  is  chastity,  then  somebody tell me how  to  cut  the  cord,  I go awol for  amore

Or  just  the  run  to  catch,  and  kiss,  and  then  begin  again,  to  reminisce of the fall

Upbringing,  deprived  of  impartiality,  my  heartbeat’s  from  my  head  to…such feats’

Repeatedly recalling the simulation that  leads  my body  to  fashion  affixing indiscretion

Lack  of  better  vernacular,  I  keep  calling  it  love,  when  it  just  another  selfish satisfaction

Fashioned  from  sticking   thoughts  caught  up  in  expression,  getting hard to not catch  a feeling

Bouncing  checks  that  Karma  has  to  cash,  still  buying  woof  tickets,  embarking upon philandering

 Practicing perfection in  quenching  thot thirst, leading  to  liaisons  beyond  minute lust filled inventions characterized as firsts

Until our lovesick lust is met again!