Dressed, But Naked In Her Lover's Mind.. Poem by Daniel Paul

This is not I. I had no body once-only what served my need to laugh and run and stare at stars was fantasies....
Then i met you.....

Your long slope runs, above those sudden shy curves furred with light that spring below your space...

When you strip for me with your eyes closed you fit into a glass that rests on my tongue...

Drop that Cardigan, because i like to sink between the walls of your cleavage..

Pity my lost mind, 'cause my nerves tend to dessert me when loosening your brassiere....

Let look into your eyes and help you see that with my words there's no disguise....

 I beg you let me have what I want most.
Let me have the freedom to show you how much I care.....

Let me go on -let me go on.... I beg..