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Already...

I want you in a way that puts the two of us on the Gullah shores of Savannah, Georgia

under the shade of palmetto tree branches filtering

the ultraviolet sun rays into golden faints of sparkles

that land on your mulatto descent skin and shine in my face with an irresitible sexiness that I just...can't...block from my eyes.



The Ares Zodiac invites me to build peace, not war, with you while the Virgo Star System intices you to indulge in me, her son, to experience a brand new fantasy reincarnated into sensual existence.



But for tonite,

poetic inspirations have trapped me in my late adolescent sense

of spontaneous desire...

and I already can't stop

thinking about the many possibilities of me and you

looking into the future together.



Today is the fourth of December.

By the fourth of January,

I want to be cruisin' shot-gun with you throughout the Atlantan expressway canyons;

dining out in the exclusiveness of Emerald City Buckhead;

bumpin' and grindin'

our pelvic reflexes together to the crunkness of downtown clublife;

and finally ending the night in a room ...on the otherside of town...flirtin'...

then teasin'...

then a kiss of my lips from your subtle pair of pink morsels

leading us into the inevitable.



Already...I'm anticipating the inevitable to be a pleasure trip

escaping from the outside world where we enclose ourselves in the secrecy of sweat-fogged windows, mirrors, and walls

condensating from our rising body temperatures and escalating

psychologically orgasmic fascinations.



But like always...

I've already revealed so much of myself to a new person of affectionate interest.

So...

I'll just save the rest for another night where I'm suddenly overpowered by a poetic current...

or

suddenly awaken from this dream and see you in a reality lying next to me on the Gullah shores of your hometown Savannah, Georgia.

Under the shade of palmetto tree branches filtering

the ultraviolet sun rays into golden faints of sparkles

landing on your mulatto descent skin and shining in my face with an irresitable sexiness...

I say to you:

"Reese, in a dream I've already seen me and you under this branch and on this shore, reflecting on our relationship that began with this poem."