Dear Lover, by Lori Jenessa Nelson - HTML preview

Dear Lover,

you had no clue
you wore blue
like berry pies
and magic

my heart when I
stared at you
beat irregularly
and jagged

my breathing sounded
ragged
with your forehead
kissing mine

attracted
like a magnet
your thighs stuck to mine

blueberry passion
staining lips and tongues
with a huckleberry magic

what the hell are huckleberries?
our hips light like matches
you burn, baby, burn
as you spin me right around

and you are the axis
and I am the moon
you are the earth
with the gravity that pulls

me into your arms
because you and I are factual
with a love that isn’t casual
and hearts that are fantastical

for we are the reason
and nothing theoretical
a heart attack nonmedical
a symphony so incredible

Bach is blushing blue
when I make love with you
like berry pies
and magic

my heart when
stare at you
beats irregularly
and jagged