and the trees wonder
why
we have
such restless legs

I told her to close her eyes, told her one moment

"But I hate surprises,
"Because I love you baby ill close tightly,

I delved me fingers deep inside, moistness
Touched me, lingering on my senses.

"Ok now open you mouth, taste this baby,

"Mmm, tuna fingers,

She latched on to my digits deeps inside her mouth
Tongue searching every crevice to taste every drop
That had lingered on my supple partings.

"You no how to treat me right,
"Can I taste once more,

We are a greedy one, ok let me freshen up first.
Impatiently she waited, as I cleaned it, watching
My fingers caress it, part it touching inside.
Moistness glazed my fingers, i could hear her
Breath gaining pace, with every parting she smiled.

"You like  watching  me do this but it takes time,
"Too quickly will ruin the  taste  don't want to be  dry,

She smiled as my hands guided her, tongue gently caressed
The moistness parting the way for her tongue to take in the
Aroma of what is inside gently she delved and tasted upon
The dew that dripped on her senses and she smiled.

"Was it good for you my baby,

She wiped her mouth sheepishly, and smiled,

"I so do love the taste,
"But no more I'm full, greedily I had plundered your offering,

The two cuddled up, giggling to one another she smelled
Her fingers, "They still smell like tuna, well you love the
Taste in you, My cucumber tuna sandwiches are heaven,

"You no how to treat me right baby
"Feeding my desire,

Shall we go to bed,

"You know what makes me happy honey,

And two ladies shut the door and pleasure is bound, but
That is another moment to tell not for now.

Although all poets write well, only those becomes popular who learn to respect the work of others..

It bathed upon me, seek joy in the
Darkness I was enveloped beyond the
Moments of Thought it bled me dry of
Incandescent Will, where flickers of
Memory wallowed The enthralling moment
Of there dampening Into oblivions clap.

I washed up on the shores of its needing,
Never dragging but gently washing over
In a silken touch that cut upon my soul
A million times. I wasn't what I was before,
I was a shadow of confidence that once
Stepped but now I crawled on shards.

Light cut into the very fabric of my soul,
I bleed eternities of regret, each droplet
Of darkness feel upon the floor of nothing
Always falling into the nothingness from
Where it came. Each invited in to it hold
But both treated me as a vessel of usage.

Could one exist with neither of what each
Had offered, A hollow carcass of empty dreams.
But there was hope in the stillness, for I
Knew how I needed to be full. It was
To take in that which I needed. Not forced
Upon me I was empty but never more whole.