Perfectly
               curvaceous,
every bit
                    luscious,
dripping
                     Juice,
for us,
                     on the precipice
mutually
                        salacious,

She ate first,

Then I
           joined in
            relishing
                        every
          ­                        b.i..t

A
cloud,
         urgently
                       descends,
                                      s  l  o  w  l  y
­                                                           *d    i    s    s    o    l    v    e    s.

Tamper me
and play with my bones,
hold my lungs
to help my breath escape me,
run your fingers
along my veins,
and watch as a soft plum tone
arises from my skin.
Revel in my eyes
as they watch you dance,
gaze upon me,
and create me.
I am nothing but a puppet,
and you
the master of my strings.

Sometimes it occurs to me,
Okay...every morning it does,
To be honest,
As gentle light filters slowly into my room,
And breaks along the window sill,
And scatters across the empty floor,
Reflecting on empty socks,
And what I wore the night before,
Shadows created become ominous shrouds,
Reminding and inviting me,
To return to the unconscious world I was so rudely thrown from,
Kicked out of,
No more peace for me,
No more sleep,
I toss and turn,
Hoping to find that serene place,
Where inviting and invisible wishes remain,
Please another minute or two,  
of unreality, so I plead,
don't make me wake,
It's quieter here,
It's warm and so comforting,
And then the stupid alarm goes off!
Really? It's monday already?