The Rambling

From the vault: those nighttime sensual leans in poetic frequencies that ain’t obscene, but positioned on the other side of pristine.

I can’t help but to stare
at your derriere –
seeing you standing there

lost in waves
of sweet melodies
or rambling thoughts
in concert with
erratic heartbeats

I don’t dare
to avert my glare –

wishing I was one with
the shadows
that are inclined
to touch
you here, there and everywhere.

them curves unnerve
compelling sentiments
that leave me
perturbed and
to hug
your contours

that soul work
not be bemirsched

by way of marinating
in your etherealness
on a serial
basis likened to homeostasis

my adoration
eludes all words
as clothes
envelope the floor…
hush the fuss
close the door.

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