Moniker

Your name has haunted me
Knocked round the back of my mind
As I envisioned you as mine.




I licked my fingertips
Nibbled the tip of my tongue
Bit my lip
Lowered my lids
Thought your name.


Tousled my mane
Laid long on my back
Thighs splayed
Whispered your name.


The syllables dance upon
The infatuation that
Resurrects any remnants
of my libido
I call your name.


The lack of familiarity an aphrodisiac
Not sure if I want your physical
Enraptured with the mental
I moan your name.


I’ll be your vessel
Lids lowered
Toes curled
As my hands sojourn
To climax
With you in mind
I scream your name.


Feeling Brown Sugar
D’Angelo
With these dreamin eyes of mine
Slumber Inundated with you
I dreamt your name.

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