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