Groundhog Day

Like clockwork
You spill into my mind
Your sticky sweetness
Slowing every thought

The world
For one moment
Has ceased to exist
You become the sun

Your golden locks
Starlight stare
Accentuating the soft pout
Of your hungry lips

I'd serve you my soul
If you would ask for it
But you are no soul collector
Just a tormentor of lust

One touch
The slightest brush
Of your silken skin
An inferno rages

But you
You don't even notice
And me
All I can do is smile

Smile until my face screams
Until that little voice
In the back of my head
Is about to explode

But
"Have a nice day"
Is all that comes out
Such a robot

Tomorrow
Much the same
Will come and go
Unfulfilled

I look forward to it...