He’s
considered a lurker, eavesdropping on my echoes
Memorizing
my words, a sexy grinned smirker
Indexing my
reflections, just a text book flirter
I see his hushed
shadows
Peeked
through his brash
Heart shaped
lips, leaking Freudian slips
Then he
grasps invisibly around my hips
I can’t
break his imaginary grip
I whispered
in his ear my one wish…
Charms
working like a comfortable saddle
He coaxed me
up his stream without a paddle
Soothing words
and gazing eyes were used as his shrapnel
Permanently
haunting my daydreams like a tattoo
Such an excellent listener
Hope that translates
into an extraordinary kisser
Spiraling
into my life like a powerful twister
I can no
longer ignore you, Mr.
Mr. Admirer,
words billow from your mouth like a choir
Gripping my
pillow, chockfull of desire, take me …..control me
Be my
vampire
Masquerading
in silhouette, to the naked eye, we have already met
But that is
still a dream, not a possibility yet.
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