For the lust of you

Passing you by on those  late dewy nights the fog danced on my honey thick hips as I switched,  I do my best to deprive you of a glance

but at least a peek is due when the view is of you.

My pupils miss the indented detail in your plush lips and the rise of your cheeks at the urge to be in my line of sight. 

The obsession with my treasure possession is alright love. 

Its okay not to put up a fight love. 

The best love to make is with your mind before physique, kiss my confidence before my sweetness.

Let it taste like genius before peaches

The Intelligence in me before my steamy delicacy  

Adore me dangerously, pick at my brain like cotton fields but make sure the sweat on your knuckles is as moist as my sex 

Less complexity isn't a must you see 

Your eyes are bathing in lust you see 

Love, just come to me.

Spiritually.  

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[BlackPrince]

This is a lovely poem. You express love and remind us all what true love should be about: a spiritual depth rather than lust as the sole source. When love springs from genuine souls with care, respect, sincerity and truth, it is the most experience enjoyed by two.

WELL DONE

[Relic]

The best love to make is with your mind before physique, Killer line. Nice writing.