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Constantly I reminisce about you Staring deeply into blue seas crashing onto pure white sand Falling into an abyss of passionate thoughts Washing the muck of the day in the pureness of infactuation I remember sunny days on back porches Guitar strings vibrating rhythms of intimacy My mind devoted to the silhouette of you Dancing to my confessions as they escape my fingers Hoping you will understand me when I say words Without speaking, just overexerting my fingers Working those strings until vibrations become motivation For you to provocatively entice me to please Yes I still reminisce Of kissing you with written passages Eloquently put into motion as my voice tries to work motions That will send the physicality of elation into motion Imagine my fingers teasing the small of your back Soft lips on neck, body aching to be pleased Imagine And that’s what you did with every letter Imagining exasperatedly Patiently waiting for fantasies to come reality and Consummation of exclamations producing serotonins and enzymes To create the high that you’ve longed to receive Yes I still reminisce About the sullen clouds that seemed to roll with the thunder of judgment day And your imagination ran thin as you felt compelled To give in to lust and feed your necessity with another An undercover mutha that I called my brother And you did things to him that guitar riffs and sonnets could never replicate A beauty so complete and defined And I reminisce at how it should have been mine |