These imagined kisses are not enough, my love,
not nearly enough to quell the daunting clamor
of this heart, this flesh, this needful being
desperately longing for the warmest touch
of beloved you – these embraces effacing
the coldness of another day another night alone.
These overly wrought renditions of love meant
to further pale the complexion of shyest moon
swooning over ever slumbering Endymion.
And like Selene so deeply stirring, demuring
over the merest thought of you, fully formed
images of you that hopeful hold my heart.
This dreadful distance callously calling
words that wash over trembling timid me—
taunt me no more I cry despising this time.
Allow me rather to worship the wealth of you,
the richly rewarding moist core of you
dewy dripping your desire over my lips.
Lay before me, opening to my tongue
tracing laces down your blushing skin
as I whisper adoration across your breasts,
suckling each firm peak teasingly adored
before downward more I implore the hardening
bud of you between my worshipful lips.
Let me bury my face in the moist warmth
of you, my tongue licking longing lustfully
to taste ever deliciously you who nourishes life,
as hardened I hunger to plunge deeply within
breathing most passionate pleading prayers
across every inch of your sweetly pulsing flesh.
Speak, and allow this so ordinary yet daring man,
who strides anonymous through a world unknown,
to love you even more than words could craving say.
Salt Lake City 18 May 2022