Can I

Can I  
Handsome one, can I lay upon your chest today
Read me words of surrendering poetry to take my breath away
I need silence in my life
From daily polluted worldly strife

I need a charismatic Dream Weaver
A hard-chested man who is a mystical believer
Allow me to close my eyes, hug me tighter as I inhale and exhale
Permit my mind to softly imagine as it sets sail
Let me hide in the covet of your mighty arms
Your body locked deep within mine as we weather the quiet storms

Let the world outside your window continue to be
As I block out the world from running, nursing, being an Erotica Author, whose novels define my creed
My mind needs to beautifully drift among the sun, the stars, past the moon
Soul and Spirit blending, earthly echoing its attune

Atoms of my needs coating my existence unto Mother Nature, please set me free
Bow unto God’s ordinance as my revered soul is finally appeased 

Don’t get out of the bed, just stay here and hold me, please
I need to feel wanted from my hair strands, way below my knees
Relax and tell me your aspirations
Your life focuses, your dedications
Your words are much more gifted than my daily meditations

What does a poet do when he’s not under the silk covers, his passions cooking
Mental poetry hooking
When I’m not looking
Hum… is he a sex machine, tender lover
Passion of the arts to intellectually stimulate as we discover
Instill my mind with the beautiful wonder of the world as your body hovers

Shy, Bold, Demeaning, Cold
They say all that glitters is not gold
However, thank you for giving me the time to be me, and just slowly breathe
I detest moderation; I must rise from your warm bed, dress, and then silently flee
Lying next to you definitely helped balance my Chakras, the femininity of my mood
I must strongly give credence unto you

Can you join me for a steamy shower
Physical deprivation I shall covet as I scale your hard tower of power

Kemymalia (K.)

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