Without caution,
I had once screamed:

Clocking Love Sucks!

In the essence
that we cant rewind
To that one time
his second hand
aligned with mine…
Holding me at attention
Until the other hand
Loosened its grip
And life continued its trip…

*Round and Round*
.
.
.
.

Now:
Consciously-
I’m taking time..

.MINE.

I’m trying
To build anticipation
Of something
That’s meaning
is hard to find
in single-lines…

Defying popular belief
That all he seeks
Is physical release

Exploring his strength
(and his needs)
What makes him weak
(in the knees)
By slowly scaling
vast mental peaks

I get a little higher
Everytime he speaks….

Allowing just enough
Innocent peeks
Just so
his curiosity wont cease

See--

I want him first, to see ME.
In ALL of my capacity

And then rest of it..

Well.. that
Just comes
…naturally…

Like the way I’m drawn to him…

Actually
I can already imagine
Our physical intimacy
Perfectly imitating
A feeling of love…

And this isn’t
a figment of boasting---
I just know
what Im capable of.

Add that
To the passion
I can read in his eyes…

And its bound to be
An explosion
insurmountable
in size

Completely
Leveling the walls
We’ve been hiding behind…

Leaving…
The kind of feeling
that feels at home
In between our thighs.


And I ….
silently
express that to him
When he looks into my eyes…


But see--

I want him first, to see ME.
In ALL of my capacity

And then rest of it..

Well.. that’ll
Just come
…naturally…