COVID Affair


I am with you even when I'm not there,
Running the coarse of my fingers through my curly hair
Exploring down to my lustuous mountainous hills,
Down to my spine I receive chills.
Who must know I fantasize about you when I see you?
Blazing flames are burning through,
My limbs are becoming weak
As if they're about to let out a shreek.
His charming engraving chocolate skin,
Caress all on my skin. Slim, I'm all in,
It's alright to take my Honey Pot on an exploration,
A bed of sweet red rose petals is our next destination.
Standing on my patio in a trance,
Gazing as you stroll in the distance,
Yearning for the touch of your hands
To engage, explore, and enjoy the soft, slow drip
Of honey of my lands,
Either when the sun tip toe above,
Or when the sun leaves footprints across the sky
In lust and love.
I am with you even when I'm not there,
Whether it's in lust, love, or care,
Just like COVID-19, it's in the air.
It's up to you, Slim, to accept my love affair.

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