Form: Kyrielle
Tonight, once more I sit alone
But my thoughts always drift to you
And my not thinking comes undone
While the night grinds into my thighs
I could write my intentions out
Let desire squeeze words out of me
But my thoughts do not need to shout
While the night grinds into my thighs
You know my passion well, my dear
The flare of lust when touching skin
No surprise then the thinking here
While the night grinds into my thighs
No dream the depth of lover’s trust
Intense heat within making love
The wildness of cardinal lust
While the night grinds into my thighs
And now my hunger misses you
All I want is to come home now
There is so much kissing to do
As your love grinds into my thighs
©JGFarmer2020
A Garret Poet 