15 March 2012
This is the Title poem from my book of poetry entitled "Phenomenal Amble Magnetism." I hope all who read enjoy :)
Even when dreams are absent from sleep I dream of you Thinking I've gotten over obsession I fiend for you. Silk texture makes sex rife with unsound pleasures but this poem of fetish remains the result of unbound measures Who what am I to you, but a release the animated shell to a spirit long deceased.
Hands sliding across your edges eyes closed I reach the cliff wondering where the edge is Your legs is wrapped tightly around as I progress into your crevice Your breath is matching mine and we ascend and decline at the same time staring into your eyes, this is the only time I see you and the only time you see me.
Wrapped tightly this intercourse allows my spirit to enter yours and become one with who you were when I loved you I feel that we are equal Only when I am above you.
Beneath the surface there is a deeper purpose but your ignoble mentality forces you to believe you're worthless. Yes I admire your curves but only because they remind me of words flowing down the page of a poem. Yes I love to grip your ass but only because of the grasp that you've got on my heart. Men can't always explain their emotions,
So instead we act out the part. Yes I love your body but only because it is a physical representation of a true mental, Spiritual, And moral Hottie. My love for you was clear as a sunny day You looked my way, turned your cheek, and then just closed the shade.
P.A.M • Opuss № I