Top of my Head

What I see 
in my mind's eye

is only half of you:

a physically impossible picture
concentrated 
upon your most private of parts.

My eyes drink you in
filling in the spaces
as slowly as I can.

Now,

Your sexy self, reclines,
shines, and unfurls itself.

I can feel you,
at the top of my head, now;

reaching forward, reaching out,
making yourself whole.

A real love,
steeped, like honey in my tea....

...Imagine, all of this 

and more.

`x~Abe's Heart.