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Clearly,
I can taste you
that still sweetness 
fresh on my lips
it’s what you whispered
when you pulled us together. 
It’s not,
what you said,
it’s how you meant 
each tiny word. 
I’m here to confess
your wordplay
has this
everlasting effect. 
I’m always with you,
 you and those thoughts
I can never guess
I simply look forward
to each kissing session
alone with you. 
Slowly of course,
you undo,
exactly what’s expressed
asking for permission
devotion comes naturally,
if it pleases you.
My reply comes next,
just as the hour passes.  
I love you 
kindly
with hands
so often full
of indecision. 
I want you
to make love
from your favorite position
hanging there
just on the edge.  
If I am the one
and I always was
your exclusive confidence
down on
 broken knees to palms
gives me pause. 
I am here to lift you
crawl closer love
restrained 
by devotion. 
You’re my favorite
from the first time
until the last
that desire
feeds our want. 
Stripped 
in front of mirror
I’m here to inspect
me and my clever thoughts
what’s truly mine
without ever asking
you’ve freely given. 
Over and over again
we practice
while making love. 

Who am I kidding
we’re actually 
fucking.