Moans Until The Sunrise By Darien Poem by Darien Trask

Lusting in memory
Weak in my knees
Growing pains into gold champagne
You would think there was a glitch
A glitch in time
On how we met
How we vibe
This is a vibe that sends signals to
My heart
Whispers telling me
'Open your eyes and give in
Don't miss out on the prized possession
In front of you'
Juices from the magic stick
Gently swarming around my lips
Damn I want to be bad
Me and vou
Grab that bottle of champagne
Let's make a toast
To something we have in each other's eyes
Fulfillment
You are incredibly enough