Love Like Lotion

I remember the days when I was infatuated with love... When love was like clothes, some worn weekly- undies, overalls - Some on special occasions, like weddings and funerals and others only window-shopped but never worn. I remember those days, and I'm glad they are gone I love waking to loving you every single morn. You're not like clothes, but much more like lotion And not because I desire to have you rubbed on me Jump in you and swim in you like you were a sea Of petals and perfumes ever so sweet and mild not because you make me a beguiled child, But because without you I become dry, damaged, cracked and that's just my lips, the worst fate is seen by my heart, It recedes in time and becomes a vein, that sits and wonders when you'd be home again barely pulsing... barely pulsing... only longing in pain And that's at nine a.m., before the heat of the morning sun, By ten, through your photos and voice mails i'm going; squirting and rubbing to satisfy me... Even though I know you'd be back by evening fall in refreshing shower that covers my all... To be my best I need you today, tomorrow, Saturday, Sunday... every lover-day To clothe me, to sooth me, I need you... all over me; and never are you old fashion or over worn. Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis