Perpetually in Awe

I can only stomach so much
of your absence, love.

What music you’ve managed to coax
from these wearied, worried veins!
And how feverishly I long
to dwell in such lusciousness as you,
sprawling sensuously goddess like
against starchy hotel sheets.

Darling, my defeats are manifold, but
when I hold you, skin to skin
my heart sighs victory.
That’s not too cheesy, is it?

By all means, smother me,
stain my lips with yours, oh sweetness,
and leave my each and every nerve trembling
perpetually in awe of you.

-r. miller

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