my hands danced foreign
with the absence of reassurance
in a mask like zorro's
her bask, bailed in my glance like, "who are you"
exploring my corneas & the absence of my classic absorbents
she longs for it, like sex in the morning
so unsure, why my paws withdraw from her pores
ignoring, passion's advances
chance's circumstances, with warnings, labeled regrets
investing in stress
offending romance hems, & more
cuddle me, you twit; her subtleties insist
exchange glances, like voyeurs
with a twist of demands in'em
huddling my attempts, to execute
more astute; less brute
in tuned to her standards
her man heard, her manner, simmer
realized, he jeopardized
through poor candor, the glimmer
that made her stammer, heart stumble & shiver
these are fumbles
consolidating in bundles, like litter
now one wonders, where one goes
when sweet nothings, become those
cuff links, the fuzz owns
corrupting, our love jones
inaccurate gestures, packed in like dresses
detaining adventure
it's been raining since i met ya
complaining, rather than saying, my pleasure
these rhythmic ventures, are failing to impress ya
pressured to poor reasoning
conceiving brings, new solutions
though no resolution, to even things
just leaving things, as is
believing things, has its
own way of breathing spring
as if, new seasons bring, magic
like teething rings, sooth the more you chew
this evening, i feel blue
for making you, feel horrible
rolling my sleeves up, to fight amnesia
forgetting you were adorable
committing to re-committing to adoring you
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