Limerence

Do not wake me in the morning,

as I am with my lover…

Our eyes met in rhythm between

inventive quips

and end of laughter sighs.

I wondered how his fingertips would feel

    On my stomach

        In my hair

            my thighs
 

Drawn like a honeybee to clover

My lust is primal,

Ecstasy erupts

but then is over.

Awakened, I stir my coffee.

This limerence will wane by lunch

It must…

for I am with my lover.

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