I want to savor the far away world we create when we are together. Quiet and fun. Light and satisfying. Lost in conversations, long and deep.
I want to float along the soft, raspiness of your Mississippi accent
In the jokes and sweet words that you wrap your voice around and serve me sweetly.
And yet when it is time for quiet, we can do that too. Just sitting—bathing in the comfort that we build. Fingers twisting the soft roots of your dark locs.
I want to taste your rich brown skin. Feel the heat coming off it when I run my tongue over every pore, scar, and crevice.
I want to laugh too hard together as we should.
and stay close to your mind.
Swimming through your thoughts as I invite you into mine.
Wax philosophic about the God we know and understand.
About the family we hold dear.
About the experiences that sometimes haunt us from our pasts.
About our lofty and rich hopes for beautiful futures.
A future that from this day forth will always be enriched by my experiences with you.
And when I think about
those balmy nights.
And those sunny, moist days.
Soft moans in your front seat
followed by loud screams in the back.
Wide smiles spreading across your pretty lips.
Warm will fill my body and my soul—
enveloped in the friendship of our own definition.
And I will feel free.