Peppermint Mornings

She lingers through my
experiences
placing grains of sand
in my dreams

Pouring down
hour glasses
rain wiggles
down

Drenching our
steam
consumed
in her lips

Spinning
french kisses
I'm so transparent to her

Sometimes I wanna hide
from her naked
opinion of me

She knows
I love her
She knows
I crave her

She knows
I don't want anyone else
In her eyes
I see her possession of me

And I have willing
surrendered
as puddles collect
after the storm

No choice
they just dwell
peacefully

She like
the water
holds me in a space
tight

like
peppermint
in
a
package...

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