Dear Cocoon

Published 06/15/2019

I am pregnant with thoughts of you. I lay alone in my bed longing for the touch of your hand upon my hand, your morning breath on my neck. Do you smell like peaches and creme?Hugo Boss?

Catch my falling heart. She longs to be in your mighty grasp. Satisfy your hunger for her. Let your city winds caress our cheeks. Let us blossom into one bloom. Take me to your places of great pleasure. Rainbows mark a covenant of the promise of God to those whom he loves. What makes you laugh so hard your cheeks flush with multi-colors of joy?

Walk with me in the fresh air anywhere your soles adjourns the breathe of GOD. Press against me with the warmth of your love. Manifest your abs upon my covenant belly. Envelope me with your scent. My cup welcomes your milk. Wilt not like a flower in a vase upon a table depraved of sustenance. Jesus is more than enough. Call on his name to bring me near. Complete your tasks and come quickly in the season of destined peace. Let no more quarters be added to her. Loosen your necktie when you think of me. Let your mind be sound that your eyes may take in my presence at the desire of the rising sun of your completed plans.

I trust your heart. I wash in the limits of thoughts of you. Draw me a bath of you. Find truth in her haystack coverings and let no thing keep us apart. Keep our path clear of obstacles. Though my eye wanders it never ceases to search for the windows of your gorgeous face. Come lips with your passion full, drink from my limitless gourd. Press any moment of your desire. You are the prayers of my need. Thank you for all you do. I truly, truly, truly appreciate you. As I write, she opens at the expectation of you. Draw your caterpillar near.