I could love you twenty-four hours a day

and still figure out ways to add more

minutes before the end of December

I find myself wanting you more than

 my senses can handle

I want the sweet drippings of your desire

to lubricate my mind so that

the scent of your orgasm 

releases  an  insatiable  appetite 

I want to see your reaction when

the spoken word becomes active.

You are all that I want to be

Your skin and hair, all of your inconsistencies

need to be filled by me.

Being a part of what makes you complete

will go down in history as my greatest feat

If  you  become  a  paraplegic

I’ll provide momentum for your transportation.

Transforming acts of pleasure

into something more practical

Even if we couldn’t do it, I’d find a way through it

 Loving you long after December ends

 cause all of my resolutions involve

spending more time with the person

I can’t get enough of