Side saddle I ride you and I have not moved an inch.
Side saddle I ride you atop your heaving back.
I want a whimper but I get a sigh.
I am ghost and fantasy for if you knew I were here
You’d be left sweaty
You’re face down and sleeping.
Laying above you and off to your left
I am wondering what your shoulder feels like under tongue
Why you choose to remain there is part of your perpetual
stumbles.
Your deliberate pain tired me to only coach you out of love
which you accepted with a magnitude great enough to make you
feel complete.
Epiphany, you choke on your wonder
You sprang to your feet
Spellbound you feel heady.
While I fantasy you and leave vapor
