nightmares are fond memories
the longing's light is on, —
about an hour will let me lounge;
the mental pictures urge, —
i'm faced with all you'll do to me;
frissons and butterflies rouse, —
my eyes utter what mouth can't;
in love with the present, —
the moment lives me, i live it, too;
your joy was to please me, —
nightmares are fond memories;
orgasm tacit in unison, —
you smile, i smile, — sleep tight;
⟮my p'tit je ne sais quoi, allured
in the poetic Stockholmsvy⟯