Our Own Way
it almost sounds strange to say but i adore you i love you and you make me happy you remind me there are better things ahead and better times to come i think of sunday afternoons in bed with you and van morrison on the stereo the lazy summer sun drifting into the west and we read books perhaps hemingway perhaps henry miller or maybe sappho i'd love to lay in bed with you naked reading you poetry as your hand traces the outline my cock makes under the sheets both of us still hungry yet languid from our exhausted desires and i want to reach over and press my mouth to yours press my tongue to yours to swallow you to possess you to make love to you with my mouth and cock and hands and eyes and i can only imagine how you'd look if you were above me my hands supporting your breasts as you took me inside you as you pulled me in and didn't let go smiling at me as i'm left breathless and gasping and wanting to taste you to bury my face between your legs and make you feel the same