MAY I PLEASE!

MAY I

I am just wondering!
Your finger is so cute, it gives me thoughts,
thoughts that would make the holier than thou
faint if they got wind of.
So I am wondering,
Can I hold it please?
Can I wrap my slender fingers on it?
Maybe I am extreme and overboard now,
But I can't help myself,
Can' I at least put your beautiful finger
in my moist lips please?
I am begging, pleading, beseeching.
I am losing it.
Am wondering, if you don't mind,
Can I gently put it in my
wet, warm mouth and suck it?
Please! Please! Please!
My goodness, I am damn curious.
I am dying from this curiosity,
yearning, burning, longing.
Can I dear? May I please?

Oh! No no no no no no, that sweet curve on your face!
It's doing crazy things to my head,
Can I please trace my finger on its beautiful edges?
Just my fingers,or just a finger please:
I am dying to touch the feel.
My fingers are itching; burning with longing,
overwhelming me with a desire I cannot explain.
If you don't mind please,
can I just touch your beautiful lips?
Just a touch please!

And now my mouth is killing me too,
my tongue is longing, loaded with intense desire,
a desire to taste the sweetness locked in there,
a sweetness so intense that I am willing to dare.
What can I do? What will I do?
Can I at least save me from this death please?
I am just wondering,
wondering how they would feel on your beautiful cheeks.
Can I at least find out? Just the cheeks!
I promise I won't break the boundaries
even though I am wondering,
wondering how it would feel like if this lips
left your cheeks and strayed
to the beautiful curves on your face - your lips.

Something tells me there is heaven inside your mouth,
but I am afraid to dare so I won't ask if it is okay if I ask to find out with mine.
I just feel it in my gut though, I just have this intense feeling,
that inside the crevice of your sweet, beautifully curled lips dwells paradise.
And I mean not paradise lost but in essence paradise unexplored.
I am telling temptation no, but my tongue is curious,
damn you tongue, damn me, damn!

My tongue is persistent, it has found it's own mind,
I don't mean to be rude but my tongue is asking me to ask you,
"If you don't mind dear,
can I just pass it over the beautiful grove on your neck?"

Damn! Here goes my gapped teeth asking,
begging, pleading, please, please, please,
Can I just do a tender bite on the lobes of your ears?
There is something so beautifully nice and tempting about them.
I promise to blow soothing air from my soul
if I bite hard though I won't bite hard. You have my word.
I promise. I promise to keep my word.
Can I please?
May I please?

And now my arms, oh my 'sinful arms!"
My arms are strangling me, suffocating me, choking me,
straddling me to this executioners chair,
giving me an ultimatum, daring me, telling me I must ask,
"Beautiful one please, can I melt in your beautiful
open arms and hold you in mine?
Please! Please! Please!"

I promise to do nothing more,
but just to listen to the soft beating of your heart on mine,
it will heal this ache I feel, I don't know how but I know it will.
May I beautiful one? May I please?
And if I cannot do any of that,
may I just at least please fall in love with you
every new day as I faithfully carry this sweet ache?
Can I dear? May I please?

I swear this last bit is also true,
truer than anything else I know.
It is true you were created from my side.
That is why a part of me had been missing
- all those years until the day I met you.
I knew there and then it had to be you,
I still do know the same to be true now.
I know it because you perfectly fitted
the empty hollow spaces that existed before you came,
fitted so exactly like the perfect missing piece
of an incomplete jigsaw puzzle put in it's rightful place.

I swear, whoever looks at me now,
I mean; whoever looks at us cannot even see,
the faintest of signs that at some point in time,
something in me was broken, something was missing,
the person cannot even find the fault lines
or the connected edges, we fit each other seamlessly - we are one.
Something needed fixing, someone needed fixing,
I needed fixing, then you came along.
You were and are both the missing fixing and the fixer,
all wrapped into one with a beautiful ribbon on it.
Now all they see is a complete man.

My head needed a neck to stand on,
a neck to direct it, make it turn and move,
my head needed a neck to hold it in place,
a neck to connect it to the rest of my body,
a neck to enable by head to communicate with my whole system,
a neck to prop it well to see the dreams -
bigger dreams than the present things I had been seeing.
Yes I agree, my head needed you to complete this perfect picturesque.

I am just curious, curious if I may just taste,
taste all these or just potions maybe.
Something tells me I will be sated if I just taste,
even if I feed not my curiosity, just a taste.
A taste would be enough even when I fear
it may tempt me to ask for more.
I am just curious, oh you sweet being,
curious of the things you turn on,
curious of how you turn me on,
Can I dear? May I please?

I am just curious, would you mind a cup of tea?

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