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'56 BMW 507.

You lean in closer to my left bicep, pressing against my breast, your arm is a pressure that makes softness felt. You’re an excitement I feel from ankle to wrist while you recite into my left ear a fantasy you wish to act out. It describes me sitting in the passenger seat of a convertible we’re driving in, later on, In the night, Driving along a coastline, Dark lacing prisms from,

Azulene skyband.

My back against warm sand, Watching across, An azulene skyband. Faded from the turquoise glow, Your moody indigo, Kissing my peach city flow. Pink undertones of faded light, Outside and inside, Us, Moving together, In periwinkle delight. Where the orange of a sun, Says goodnight. You’re awake, A tan-kissed, Overcast, Of temperamental clouds, Into the night. You wait, Until the pearl, white moon, Takes over, Me. You like watching, Through the veil of shadow and light,

Behind me.

You formulated this idea in my mental kitchen that I will nurture and take care of you in such ways. Be the woman enveloped with the most secret parts of you. Be sweet to you… You love my sweetness the most. You never had a woman so willing, so caring, that when you walk through the door, towards, the energy I absorb. Anything you ask, I’m your mami, all yours. I don’t even need to know where you are… You are behind me, arms folded, waiting, agitated, becoming even more.

Bloom.

To love you more this day than yesterday, I have bloomed in spirit of you, And within myself, Despite myself, And in spite of you. I love you. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.

Blue, and more.

Beautiful you are to me, from oceans. I feel so drawn to you, it makes blue melt. I’m happy and content between the horizon, the green, jagged rocks and your moods. Why did tides bring me to you. Would you and your God embrace me? How can I forget your sunlight, forget you? Questions I pray to you. I purely love you, your blue, and more. To care for you, stroke your hair under warm breeze with the soft touch of my hands, and more.

Bluest lake.

Blue is my smile, Over the bluest lake. One tree, On a summer day, Standing center, Overlooking how exceptional, You are to me. You, Behind me, Resting, Your arms, Wrapped tightly, Around the naked parts of me. Each of your legs, Pressed into each side of my thighs, Not setting free. Locking me to you, Your fingers, rough, around me. It is calm now. Not letting go. I feel my spine curling up into,

Duke.

Through sunlit window, I see you walk towards, Hearing the door, Close behind you, Closer to four, In the afternoon, in a city, On a Saturday, In the latest and hottest part of, June. He’s not here with me, and no mind towards you and me being here alone. The openness of you and he, fighting between carnal and care, an energy magnified by a 100°. You tempt wanting more, sometimes.

Falou.

Distante are you. Atrás de mim. Too far from me, From the words I hear you speak. “Close your eyes, mami…” Falou. You tell me of your love, From behind, And what you’ll do to me, Over Porto, Da mar and an endless sea. I hear your breath closer now, Mi amor. “Neshama sheli,” falou. Looking out, In between, Your feet now, I lean back into you, With breeze, From Spain,

Habibti.

Habibti, Where are you, I’ve been thinking a lot. Truth is, I cannot stop thinking about. You coming to me like that… Your scent, and those eyes, can never stop reminiscing how shades of green capture light. You and that perfume, bergamot and fruit under city night. I can still taste you on my tongue and in my throat. You feel so safe, ma. I share things in the dark with you, I share things while caressing all the innocent parts of you.

I carry you.

I bask in suns of your countries marked in lines on your face, years too soon. Deep in you, I see you, in your brown-hazel eyes, when you speak. It nourishes me to know what is most cherished by you, what makes you glow, who broke you, and how to make you whole. I feel the sand… Somewhat wet, and cushioning my feet and all the arches, and the reflex points making me lean into you, unequivocally.

I watch over you.

I watch over you, soldier, From above. Calling out, For eyes more powerful, Than my own. To guide me, To see you, Clearly from so far, Over water, Between desert and forest. Look up, Those are the stars. When you feel the wind, Lean back. I’m whispering to you, From your left side, “I’m right here, In your arms.” The touch, From someone else, When you’re both alone, So far.

I'm up, ma.

I’m up, ma, Watching you, too, Seeing you from this bed, Lying in between wake & rest. You can feel my eyes on you, Last night, rough, I see the marks & stress. Don’t worry, my Queen, I’ll be taking care of you, In just a moment. Seeing you now, Bare back, I’d kiss. Pantyless, I can’t help grabbing hold, Stroking, Thinking, What to do to you next. I love that you think I never rise the minute your side is without mine, that I wouldn’t notice.

Impossible.

I think of you sometimes, what was once you. How our talks use to go, the ones before I could have a boy in my room. Just you and me on the phone, claiming one another so we both know. Convincing me to meet you in the night, between the willow trees’ path and dark drenched in moonglow. How could I say no. I recognize not knowing you, the face now showing you.