You

by H.L. Nichols

You meld to my mind
Like desert sands to hands of time
Like fantasies of you do mesmerize I
And I dip to find your lips confection
Sweet chiseled from heavenly perfection
And I float upon the clouds of your kiss
Could I be at the seventh levels?
When you touched me I became disheveled
You confused me but baby use me
Use me like a narcotic abuse me
Cause within you I find me substance
And better you berth circumstance
In retrospect When at 5 could I stand a chance?
And get at you and find romance
My love don't come per chance or happenstance
Cause I want to love every inch of you
Cause that's what real men do
Kiss your tummy and lick fuzzy navel
Into you love I am craving
Addiction clinics that can't save me
Can I come in and find your flavor
Or maybe even umm be your next door neighbor
Cause I just want to be your Love Savior 
Your passion filled desire I savor
 
You . . .


You by H.L. Nichols

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