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Laying down thinking of
you.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Nothing else to do.
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Lazy day.
Cool in the shade.
Not a care.
Nary a worry.
Just thoughts of you.
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Thoughts of your taste.
Thoughts of your you.
I close my eyes
and
see your face.
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And pick a memory,
a story,
starring I and you.
And what a lovely one
I choose, too.
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In my mind I see my hand
reaching.
You laying back
watching.
Waiting.
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My fingers pulled hard.
Almost
hurting
my knuckles.
The buckle buckles.
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Reality
and
remembering
becoming one.
The same way we did
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that day under the sun.
I remember it well.
My secret always.
Would never tell.
The need that day
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would
no longer be denied.
You watching me
without
even a smile.
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You laying back as I sat up.
You laying back as
I slid down.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The only sound.
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As I lay here
lost in my mind.
This vision of you more
heady than wine.
I remember your fingers.
I remember their grip.
Keeping me steady.
Not wanting me to slip.
As they pulled me closer
and closer
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by my hips.
So lovely your tongue
tasted between my lips.
Oh, sweet memory.
Teasing me into a frenzy.
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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Thoughts of you
flying through
my head
making me almost dizzy.
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Watching you in my head
as you lay there
lingering.
No rushing then.
You in no mood to
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even pretend
that
you wanted to
see me go away
too quickly.
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I see it all.
As I lay here
not
at all sleepy.
I feel you rise.
You have taken over
my mind.
I taste your warning on
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my lips.
Your fingers now just
grip and grip.
On my name
whispered out
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of your mouth
I sip and sip.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The bee's wings
sings as
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he flies over me.
Me laying down here
lost in between
a memory and reality.
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