I sit here in this single headspace
Entranced by your Augustness
Transfixed in time; my pulse is rising
My pulse is rising; rising fast with the outside temps
Soft thighs crossed in gentle submission to this masterful enchantment
I am hypnotized by your gentle strength and dark lust
I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink
*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born 
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I wonder if you could write me a love letter
On this wind struck Sunday night
Ink of red oozing love on blue scented papers
Your handwriting speaking of your brash affection for me
Write me a love letter speaking volumes of your innermost thoughts
My essence consuming your waking dawn
Love perfectly tucked between I and you
Desire awakened as you seal and send off to me
Your smell after that cold shower Splashes your cologne’s musky scent Into my heart’s weakest refrain It awakens senses wisely buried I can no longer help myself As Sunday night rips into Tuesday’s unrest Fatigue and warm desire subtly &softly collides
The thirst grows with each drop of snow Bumps like tiny points blanket in & around my inner thighs And tight hips Love and lust growing with each chill... Puffs of thick white air fill the outside scene And my cold sore lungs rise in anticipation Ample bosom beating faster than normal This wait for spring’s blossom and renewal is far past its prime
There is spring somewhere deep inside of me Waiting to be unearthed by something irresistible Like your warm touch & soothing breath
The music of desire plays softly tonight Light rain fogging clear windows And I would do a dance to nature's low music Barry White accompanying with his baritone But alas I am a skinny girl with two left feet Perfectly stuck in my six inch heels (Shame it is for I am the only African girl I know who can't dance) So I release the strings of my pale red dress Perfectly worn like a second skin and Delicately held together by stitches of black lace (For I need a plan B for tonight's seduction) My petite frame swaying sensually to the beat In perfect time for our tongues to meet as soft lips part to whisper...
If I had a dog I would call her honey And feed her treats If I had a cat I would call her ginger Or maybe ginger And fish her good fish If I had a man I would call him YOU Or maybe love Daily feeding him with wet& juicy kisses
He shaved his head and trimmed his beard All the while winking at me from a mile away His glasses down to the ridge of his nose He grinned like that fellow Who stole a chunk of my heart several years ago
I walk hand in hand with you Through the garden of fresh desire Love blooming like red rose petals usher in spring The sweet fragrance of our (late) night air Droplets of silver rain gently trickle down Your soft palms melt into mine The thirst of a fortnight quenched In one passionate smooch
