I've got time to go in my mind and consider the ways that I see you as mine,
the taste of your lips, the spring in your hips, don't quite express the way that my heart takes a dip when you enter the room and you say my name.
The deepness of your voice never leaves me the same.
But I find that lately, your presence is not enough.
The absence of your intentions doesn’t replace the heat of your thrusts.
My body may wait in earnest for you to claim, the love that slides down my thighs
bearing your name, yet somehow knowing that I'm a soft spot in your place does
not quiet my heart or give me comfort in the rain.
I can no longer pretend that I don't need more,
I could give a damn about the time frame,
when it’s you I've been waiting for.
There is something about your persistent hesitation,
that allows me to think there’s a sweeter destination, if I
can hold out just a little bit longer, use my fingers to calm the storm that threatens
to spill over into every waking moment that my footsteps possess.
You leave me no choice but to ride you until my expectations are written
on your chest. I can whisper in your ear, while your arms pull me near,
but I would rather taste my claim on you than to have it float in your ears.
The things on my mind that my mouth won’t say, but the up and down motion tells
you the story anyway. Do I not put in work? Have I not put in sweat? There is no way to deny that. Perhaps it’s the package cover that has you taking baby steps?
But can't you see that is the easy part to clean up?
Try being blind for a minute and ask yourself does the wrapping really matter
when the gift is what you've dreamed of?
Now forgive me if I have dared to place myself...above. The level of relevance you have for me..But if that be true and I have spoken outside of what is you, then what have you been thinking and doing while I was covering you with my truth?

Mary Charrise
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