Now I am thinking about your freckl

Now I am thinking about your freckles

Now I am thinking about your freckles
And your head resting on my chest
Can some disconnect sex from love?
Just go with the flow, so to speak....
It can be a totally satisfying experience though
But not for one like me or YOU

Like waves lapping against your toes on the beach at midnight
I love walking along the beach like that
The smell of salty kisses
The wet sand sticking to your skin
Yet
Always yet ... till the last breath

Yet means it’s happened in a thought and is waiting out there
Time is not a distance
Being a conduit is not that bad my darlin
Poets need a muse
I love to play with words
Sometime just listening to music of your breath

Then other times it embarrasses me cause it slips without thought
Depends who is there to catch it
Slips without thought
It’s lost on some ...then others catch on very easily.
Sometimes these go right over some people’s heads and are wasted
Just drips of my lips too soon foregotten
Sometimes I'm better at it than others...

Writing all those poems on the spur of the moment?
One day I'll become poetically literate
Its ok I just need time to play with it till you get it
Wow even that sounded horny
I think it’s a big turn on
Ah yes...then there is this one that overtime

She looks at me it's like She wants to eat me
No matter what I may say...
It’s a curse
I have to admit that one was there but sounded apropos
We have my own secret language
Touché

The mind does so stimulate the body
Guess that means I stay stimulated a lot....
My words touch your soul
But to do so they must pass through your mind and body
So then they will have to be my hands and lips
It’s better this way for this way I will already exist in your mind

A thought: How much of hopes and trust a person can really posses?
I'd say as much as they're allowed between each other....
Is there a distance between two?