One whole day.

Wherever you are are, whatever you're doing
I stroked my own forehead, just to feel what you were feeling.
I want to touch you and love you and be touched and loved.

I feel the warm and gritty sand.
The grit between and betwixt us.
I could never get close enough to satisfy our souls.

I want you inside, and around, and beside me.
This want is insufficient.
When I look at you or think of you, I see your smile
in my memory.

But you're already there, loving me and embracing me,
reflecting the best qualities right back at me.
I never even asked or said or whispered as much,
and you were already there.

One step.
A dance anticipating my love.
What I have to give and accept.
A dance, a dance card full and yet, a dance.

Every available atom of my being longs for yours.

Little Evident Effort

a sexually bold, violent exorcism, intensely seductive, visually audacious, astutely observed

Limer-dick

there once was a really large cock
whose size the ladies daren't mock
but when they reached in
expecting to sin
all they grabbed was a rolled up tube sock