Before you,
i took pleasure
in fantasy,
dreams that painted
would be burned,
for their shameless tinge.
It took that level of kinjite
to bring me to excitement,
before you.
Now I look to places
I never did,
not because it is itch,
but because your fingers
are the only ones I wish,
and I can't fall open thighed,
and wordless
before some other.
No desire for something
new and different,
hormones at a dead stop,
not menopause
just a place
where desire can't find me,
and I am not looking.
Before you---
and now again
those solitary pleasures
that always taste of you.
(Thanks SMikes...goosed it.)
i took pleasure
in fantasy,
dreams that painted
would be burned,
for their shameless tinge.
It took that level of kinjite
to bring me to excitement,
before you.
Now I look to places
I never did,
not because it is itch,
but because your fingers
are the only ones I wish,
and I can't fall open thighed,
and wordless
before some other.
No desire for something
new and different,
hormones at a dead stop,
not menopause
just a place
where desire can't find me,
and I am not looking.
Before you---
and now again
those solitary pleasures
that always taste of you.
(Thanks SMikes...goosed it.)
