The morning erotic love

I hate to wake up, I lie besides you.

My face in your hair, your stomach I care, you turn and a kiss we share,

Proximity is nil, breathing no air, with your leg you push the chair,

We’re going swift and hard, I don’t spare,  neither do you.

We face each other, bestow an intense stare, you play hard, you dare,

I play harder and you love it, I swear.

But honey my phones’ ringing , its morning, birds are singing,

Its springing, we’re wringing, to one another are we clinging,

you stitch a love bite, oh lord! its stinging,

Suddenly it hits and I realize, my meeting call was at eleven-thirty.

But I hate to go, you read my mind and hold me, you look at me,

The look I love, its sturdy and flirty and dirty.

Lazy me, I get up and hit the shower,

Even though, I’m late by an hour.

I feel your hands from behind screeching against my chest, with all power.

And I feel lazy again and I hate to go yet again.

You hold me tight, the floors’ wet,

So we slip a slight, my ears you bite, you're such a delight,

On floor we play and fight.

But I’m ready now, you prepare the tie for me

My associates are calling me, for the meeting I was remiss.

You make me wear the tie and offer me kiss,

Your kiss is such a bliss, haven’t left yet but already do I miss.

At the door am I, expecting a last kiss over again.

Which I do get,

And I hate to go yet again.

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From Paris to Spain, part 2 continued...

Seems like the food is here,

Well I must say, Miss…?  Miss Steele.

Oh yes, Miss Steele. The chicken looks fine, how about some bear?

Indeed, would love some. And could you please order some caviar?

Convinced. Why not dear.

I order and look remote. Beautiful weather and pleasant is the atmosphere.

Yes, it is lovely, dear.

Quite and silent it is for a moment now.

Neither do you speak nor do I.

I see you playing with your hair, focusing your eye-brow.

I see you smiling for no reason, oh lord! It makes me bow.

Your lips are soft, your lips are tender,

I could kiss them all day and night,

If not I could stare at them all day and night.

The train is crossing Toulouse.

In the midst of serene and composed farms are we.

Wish someday, you and me live in the farms in a little house.

I wonder what you’d say, if I told you my wish, I’d plea.

Oh no! silly me.

I shake my head, regain my senses and see,

Innocent as a child, naïve like a baby.

Its been like sixty minutes with you on this train,

Have no clue if I don’t tell about how I feel about you,

I won’t be able to get you out of my brain.

With this note I look outside, and I see the rain.

I free my vein, speeds the train, but I wish it to slow down,

As I wish the train not to reach the Spain.

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A train journey, from Paris to Spain

At the station am I.

I have missed my flight, I am in the midst of the darkest night,

Waiting for my train to arrive, swiftly I disturb my sight,

Is it the train’s light? I guess no.

I perceive something bright, my vision is outright, I see a lady in white.

I pretend not to see you, I stir my eyes away, but I keep them in angle slight.

Goodness gracious! You’re pretty.

I dream, you make me go on my feet, and the entire Paris city.

I see you pull in the train.

Sweet and engaging will be this journey be, from Paris to Spain.

I take the seat right opposite of yours.

And I see your face for the first time.

You order a grey goose martini garnished with a twist of lime.

I hand over the bar person a sonnet of dime.

Please, the drinks’ on me.

You may wish to offer me with one, it’s a long journey.

Sure thing, and thank you.

Shall we order something more while we enjoy the view?

Ammm.. well there’s a lot eat, on the menu, something new?

Roasted garlic chicken with some apple stew?

I’d love that, would certainly do.

In my mind I thank the almighty,

Had he not have me missed my flight,  
I would have never met this pretty little lady.

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A conversation, On a coffee date

Stop doing that! You are such a kid,

Making trails with the froth on the coffee top.

Oh lord! Don’t you listen, I ask you to stop!

Close your eyes  and don’t play around.

That’s sweet, my dimples tweet, and I cheat,

I keep my eyes open, just to see you write neat.

Open your eyes! see I drew something.

Looks like a heart, is it for me?

Yes, for this were you scolding me from when,

I’m sorry, here, I’ll write something for you as well, Just give me a pen.

I love you

Really? This is what you wanted to write from the very beginning?

Yes, ever since I first saw you,

My heart went spinning spinning.

Shut up Silly, what spinning spinning?

My heart, spinning spinning.

You are too such a kid, now stop drawing circles with the pen.

Can we meet tomorrow? But when?

Leave when, and then?

We’ll talk talk and walk walk.

But tomorrow’s coffee is on me

Ammm.. That we’ll see.

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She smiles

                  

The chocolate liquid that I put on your lips,

Ain’t yours.

The fight we fought, the pillows we threw, the cotton that flew,

The soreness  in my life flies away,

It all being my cures.

The chess we play in the night, I do just to see you win.

After the win, your eyes that glows, happiness that shows, shout in joy that crows,

I lose, yet I win.

As prize I kiss your chin.

“Saw, baby I won again.” I pretend to be upset, waiting for you to love.

She engulfs my face in her hands wherein my life lies within.

“Next time you win, ok?” I smile, on each other we pile, in style,

The cuddle continues for a while.

The morning is bright and sunny,

All I see is, her face rests on my chest, “ wake up honey”

The naughty smile that you give, I knew you were awake

And you say, “yes my bunny.”

The morning cuddle, the morning chuckle, the talk too suttle,

We sleep for some time, knowing today may be the last time.

She’s brave, I believe. I am not, I deem.

The theatre is dark, with just a spot light.

A kiss is what I get from you, before I go in,

And a hug, too tight.

“you’ll be back sweetheart”

“yes my cute heart”

For I leave, she waits, and waits, and waits.

For us, it’s a all new start.

As I am brought out of the theatre, she smiles.

And that is all I came out to see.

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A kiss me

To you, I write this today

On the 2^nd of January did I first see you.

The very moment… my beat skipped a heart

Or my heart skipped a beat.

You make me write in errors whilst I think of you

I think I have fallen for you,

Every minute I do fall for you.

Haven’t seen you in person yet, but I download images from the facebook

Paste it in my heartbook, scribble in my notebook,

And now I cook recipes, recipes of how am I gonna speak with you

Months, days, hours, pass by and I still feel the same for you

Oppsy! A minute just got over, I fell for you again.

So I was wondering Miss beautiful,

If we could go out sometime

Maybe..

Like on a date,

shall we?

And if you permit, I would gaze at you all the time,

If you’d let me.

I see you similin’ already, once I kiss you,

If we…

And once I kiss you, I’d hope you’d say,

‘A kiss me’

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