Thoughtfulness

I wake with you, the thought of skin, of knowing hands and lustrous hair that falls and frames me, as we kiss, your softness, touching barely not a tease a brush with love I like each one inside, to roam, a palate's dream bathed lovingly with time a distant thought. Yes, please, I ask, replenish you to me, there's always more, you say, and all for me, 'twas natural from then, the day we knew you nurse me well. The morning's Dew prepared to please a taste of bliss Six equals two. The wrath of grapes attempts to stir, to sabotage the peace and ambience of a lover's night. It fails, there must be words, barrage deletes collage though he is still, and listens to her voice as true love will. New glitches come, brought in by gnomes, and angry gremlins from a lazy past, they penetrate the open mind and settle deep within to take the reins and throttle mares and mustangs slyly from behind. They must prevail, no glass will live through times of meteoric storms, yet those that are, have mustered it, blessed by and now consumed by the profundity of genuine love, they will emerge, still wet from skirmishes of fragrances inhaled, and tastes beheld, of melting with the core of two to fuse, and form a bond not to be torn by careless hands.