Aflame.

A Duet written by me and “Python” the tech geek, who doesn’t have a blog, but is someone I know offline. I’m in italics.

 

Let me please you.

Let me do the little things that you love.

Like holding your hand,

Or stroking your hair,

Or hugging you for no special reason

Or just making you smile.

~

Let me believe you,

Let me renew through little things you do.

Like holding my heart,

Or stroking my ego,

Or hugging me when no one else can,

Or how you just make me smile.

~

Let me please you.

Let me make you feel the eloquence.

Like making you feel spoiled,

Or taking you to nice places,

Or buying you fine things,

Or just cooking a special dinner for you.

Even if it tastes awful !

~

Let me believe you.

Let me bask in all your radiance.

Like spoiling me with your presence,

I don’t need to see nice places,

Or want you to buy me nice things,

I will eat anything you’ve crafted with your love,

as such a thing could never taste awful.

~

Let me please you.

Let me say the little things that I feel.

Like singing soft words,

Or writing poems of love,

Or telling you how I feel right now,

Or just reminding you that I love you.

~

Let me believe you.

When you say the little things you feel.

It sounds like sung words,

Or inky words spilled into calligraphy,

By telling you how I feel right now,

shall I remind you how I love you?

~

Let me please you.

Let me take you to places I’ve been.

Like faraway lands,

Or places of beauty,

Or to see things I’ve seen,

Or just someplace, where I once thought of you.

~

Let me believe you,

take me to your secret places,

no matter where they may be,

the beauty of them multiplies,

by the smile shining back at me,

anywhere, when I am with you is just fine.

~

Let me tease you.

Let me show you how playful I am.

Like sending you things, for your eyes alone,

Or reminders of pleasures we’ve shared,

Or writing you stories that make your heart skip,

Or just making you blush at the right moment.

~

Let me touch you,

Let me make the rain fall down.

Like sending you to The Heavens,

Never a moment can pass between,

that another page isn’t added to our story,

a story that makes me blush to read.

~

Let me please you.

Let me give you my fire.

Like sharing nights of passion,

Or giving you pleasures you never thought yours,

Or taking your senses to the edge of heaven,

Or just holding you close on nights when it’s cold…

Like this night

~

Let me believe you.

Let me sparkle in your every ember.

nights of passion and days of motion,

A Life of pleasures that I’ve thought impossible,

Like teetering on the brink of Always,

precarious in your arms when it’s cold…

Every night.

11 thoughts on “Aflame.

  1. Well done. Blended so nicely. 👏👏👏

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I love the duality of this poem. ‘Tek Geek’, you’re a poet dude. Wonderful!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Mr Modigliani says:

    Really wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

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