Are those space pants you're wearing?.....minnow

"And late at night
by the candle light
I swore that it wasn't
just for kicks
you said, "What?"
and I nestled down
into your mother hips."


So hard
Not to say
The things
I wish to say,
With heavy breath
And pumping heart,
Each playful touch from you
A heavenly caress.

Like god's fingers in my hair.

I was humbled.
And could not speak
A word of respectful response.

"Are those space pants you're wearing?"

Grateful laughter,
She knew the joke.
Let me escape
Through wity banter.

Let her pass out,
Let me look at her
Knowing
That is all
We will do
Knowing
That is not all
I wish do.

Grateful laughter,
Rising from the groin
And falling short
From realization.

"Because your butt is out of this world."

Dang.
She finished it.
The line is done.
And I shrug the indifference.

It will be a long night.
And there will be no sleep
For me.

Do you know what it is
To stare at a ceiling
Above your own bed
Trying to ignore
Heavy snoring
Immediately
To your right
With pretend sleep,
Because words
Haven't arrived
In anticiaption
Of the next time
Your eyes meet,
As her eyes flutter
To the dawn
Of regret?

A regret you knew
Was yours
To prevent
Or create.

"Because your butt is out of this world."

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