As I smoke my morning cigarette,
I gasp upon the materiality of the whole scenario,
It makes me want more,
It makes me more interested in the climax…
As the smoke rolls up and vanishes in the flavor of my dreams,
I begin to fancy your illusional touch,
The way you stroke your fingers inside the layers of my hair and you try,
You try to relieve me from my restlessness,
But I want to drive inside the vastness of this drama…

You want to fiddle around but,
I can feel the extent,
You want to clutch my hands with yours and pour all the glitter in my reverie,
And I deny, I deny your sparkle because,
Every time I try to blend inclination with desire,
I fail hard…
And here I know the art to embrace and fondle,
How it is taking over your psyche,
But this time I may not preserve your carnal libido…

Not this time,
My love…
For I want to sink into my own ship and not blow your horn.