I couldn’t help but feel for you still with a desperate longing to take that enormous head of yours all bottled up in your insecurities and ego and cradle it between my naked petite breasts.
Come and spend time with me and I can heal a broken heart. Temporarily if you let yourself get lost in me. Maybe if you do You might be able to actually heal me see me or know me as well.
It burns deep down all the things you wished you could have seen before they disappeared
you knew that maybe if you had landed after searching for dry land in a sea of potential hazards and no ones on some long-lost island you’d have to stay there forever with the wrong person until death finally came to claim you.
They are not fighting for you and you are always left without and alone staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your dwelling with a heart pounding in your head desiring someone you cannot have wishing you could at least have gotten to know them and know of their existence before the rejection settled in to give you a fighting chance.
Our bodies meet together like our thoughts. Out in the open. Everything is pure. Untainted by expectation. Heavy laden by exhaustion. We are not controlled by outside forces or demands. It was just us being us. There. Last night,when we were together.
His eyes burn through me. Like scalding hot milk on my skin. How much do you share? Open up now. How much do you give in? Fear the precious time spent on someone. You want to stay, yet you want to run.
My heart quickens its step, my breathing hastens in my chest. Clutching me around my throat and neck. One minute, I’m sleeping peacefully, the next, I’m arching my back in ecstasy. I moan, in my sleep, dreaming and feeling hungry, For you. Your lips and tongue, gently caressing mine. Your hands holding me tight [...]