Perfection is in innocence
Perfection passes time
Perfection is in patience
And I’m a doctor
Waiting at the door.
Perfection is made of wood
Perfection walks the line
Perfection watches longly
As two unobtrusive strangers
Go on casually passing by.
Perfection was a memory
Perfection shared some sadness
Perfection lasted happily
Inside a lover’s underwear
Of a shady navy blue.
Fine lines that walk
Here to there,
Little devils dancing
Everywhere.
I’ve got the eyes of
A loaded gun,
Underwear and panties
Everyone.
Shiggle-bum shiggle-bum
The land of sun,
Emptiness and hollowness
Midnight drum.
The way you did that, those things
The way you shifted my conscience
The way you moved me with that slow grind
The way you mesmerized me; knowing – unknowing
Even the room as I sauntered in
Keeping things calm, under control
Held things my third eye plied from you
Taking in your essence, your every move
I heard the footsteps
I heard the deep breath
I heard the light gasp
I heard the heartbeat
So when you offered me some cozy tea
A promised delight, a comfortable touch
I made my way down and observed the light
Dim was the mood set for you and me
When you leaned over me to place hot tea
Your scent, like a hungry snake
Desire spread thick into my eyes
To which you dug in to capture me
You kissed me there
You kissed me long and hard
You kissed me to my soul
You kissed me everywhere
As the tea went cold we were heating up
We shuffled ’round in our underwear
Your tiny black booty shorts
My worn out boxer briefs
Which my hand went smoothly under
My hand went to that crease
Between your cheek and leg
To lift and hold on tight
A moment you surged in to like a bowl of fire
A feeling I could not misplace
That left me grabbing on for more
Reaching deeper to lift you up
Have you ever had one of those mornings
Where you wake up, fresh and ready to go?
Sun greeting you with a smile
Dog with a wag of his tail…
You know, one of those mornings
When the blender blends it all
Without even one single stir
And you remember to put the lime in
Like the feeling of putting on
A fresh pair of underwear
Pulling up the favorite pants
With a very white undershirt
Or like a great hair day
When looking in the mirror
Is simply compulsive
From all angles
It’s hard to find those mornings
But when you do
When it’s within your hands
Share it, and smile