Nostalgic

Steam tinted glass disperses early morning prying eyes.
How many years has it been since we've been parked on the side?

Longing for his kiss
stings more with this distance.

Right here but drifting far
makes asking so much hard

errrrr.

Doubt creeps along inside
my thoughts, dark and snide.

Fear stalls my toungue and hands
mear inches from the man,

holding my heart aloft.
Oh please, oh please, be soft

to the tender beating muscle.
Internally I struggle...

Where is the sweet young lover
who frolicked under our covers?

Where is the witty man
to whom I gave my hand?

Where is the playful boy
that loves to steal my toys?

Where is my soul mate?
And is it... is it too late?

Morning mists
unveil the light

Her quiet time
awakes her mind

inciting lust
for sleeping knights

invade their lair

abscond the sheets

reveal the meat

take just a taste

a lick to wake

the dragon's mate

a startled hiss

precludes the heat

of burning breath

and silken depths

she rides the waves
of dragon fire

her treasure plundered
and all the while

the sour smell of dragon's breath
precludes the mint of morning's death


I woke him this morning with a cockkiss enticing him to indulge in the carnal equivalent of coffee. We both held our breath in courtesy to the other in an attempt to avoid our mutual morning/dragon breath.