Not for my consumption

What I wouldn’t give to have my head pressed against your bosom

A moment of warmth in this cold world

Sound therapy as you soothe me with the sound of your voice

You stimulate my mind, my body, my soul

If I had the choice, I’d never leave this, hold

On for as long as you would allow

But now you have to go

Your heavenly essence is too great for just me to consume

Elsewhere 

I lay in bed after a long day Hoping you would come 

Hoping I won’t have to say

When you come I want you to come to stay

Delusions flooding through my brain 

Thinking my touch can raise 

Feelings in you no other man can attain 

Areas of your mind areas of your frame

I plant my flag and let it wave

How fragile the ego

She straps her six inch heels

That she wears for the appeal

Conceals her heavenly essence

And takes her blessings

Elsewhere