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Overheard… "What is it about make-up sex? He ain't gettin' this, I'm still mad!"

Anyone who REALLY knows me knows this.. if you don't, listen (READ) closely, "withholding affection in a relationship is grounds for termination, just because your MIND is MAD doesn't mean your body is!!!"

I wasn't suppose to be a part of this conversation, they were talking loudly as I was passing; so I wrote a poem about it!!!

Lo siento, te amo
Baby, please.
let me disrobe
the intensity of your resentment.
excite your searing rage.
skillfully search for the source of your fury,
to find if our love is still here.
allow me to offer a sincere request for forgiveness;
starting with the deepest wrinkles
furrowed within your brow.
i will
slowly, deliberately
exchange the dampness
of my apologetic kisses
with your angered perspiration.
Baby, please.
let fingertips,
and hint of lips
pursue and conquer
the fervor knotted
within the small of your
back as it responds
to the
moistness
escaping from my
quickened breaths.
arching
in anticipation,
desperately
defying
it's yearning insistence
for my touch.
Baby, please.
permit my tongue
to knead and massage
the hurt
it has caused.
consent to an inkling
of forgiveness…
bend and swing
the fullness of hips
and thighs
methodically,
erotically
against
mine…
let your heart resolve,
what your psyche
cannot fathom
in this moment;
the failing and falling
of cautious fragility
like lacy lingerie
against
the nakedness of
charmed persistence.
Baby, please.
linger in the space
between
anticipation
and absolution.
listen to the
enamoured silence
dribbling,
dripping,
trickling,
seeping
streaming!
divulging
your body's betrayal.
take note
of base notes
tugging gently
at
heart strings...
a
sycophancy
escaping
from
the fullness of breast
the wetness of sighs,
sweaty sweet caresses
and pleas of bitter compassion
empathizing with
engaging passion
Baby please.
align
your
body with
mine,
relax your mind
and unwind,
imagine
our bodies
entwined
in mind,
what's mine
will always
be mine.
allow our
heated tenderness
to remind..
your mind
and body
that we are
hard to define,
and there
is no better
love
in mind
than
the one i
call,
"mine."
Baby, please.
kdtaylor
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