In this bed I sit
Looking at the vast amount of sheets where
You should be.
In this bed I fit
Feeling small and lonely in a space fit for
Three of me.
My mattress has several dips,
Perfect for your hips,
As you hold me and I hold you.
Together, us, through and through.
I do not need you to
Grind against me
Or whisper ***** words.
Instead I want you to hold me
Feel me with your hands
And of those depressing thoughts
Purge.
Kiss me tenderly,
Kiss me softly,
Kiss me like no one else has before.
Look in my eyes and
Tell me there’s no fear
For tomorrow, next week
Or for the coming year.
My mind is blank
and all the thoughts rush in:
Hold me tightly
Never let go
Don’t let it pass,
Don’t let it go.
Instead of you here
or me there,
you are there
and I am here.
From there you cannot
Hold my face
Kiss my eyelids or
Tangle our legs together
as we sleep.
From here I cannot
Play with your hair
Feel your dimple as you smile
(that beautiful, wonderful smile)
or touch my lips to your tattoo
as I whisper its meaning
And kiss your soul.
But I from here
And you from there
Can think of
The things we want most
And tell each other
Of our thoughts
Though we are desperate
To touch, to feel,
To love
And want no more than
a simple
goodnight kiss.
You sit in your bed
And see me far away
Wishing I was there.
You sit in your bed
And wish it all were real,
And at that empty space you stare.
And at this moment
We both think,
“You belong in my bed.”
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 1:55 PM UTC
Just because my two hands are rough
Does not mean I long less to touch.
The thought of the feel of skin on skin
White hot at merely the thought of sin.
Bless our souls and hope to go through
The pure white gates, just me and you.
As we stifle a giggle, laughter within
And uncontrollable lust akin,
I hope so much the keeper does not see
This heavy darkness within me.
The weight of sin may keep me away
From the things I wish to keep,
But I will do what it takes to stay
So that you never have to weep.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
O how I yearn to break
The barrier between us
To feel feelings so true
Those so real, those so just.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 10:45 PM UTC
If I could...
I would have the
long
looong
looooong
s
k
i
n
n
y
legs of a model,
A TINY
tiny
t
iny
WAIST,
beautiful hands
(to wear those byooooootiful RINGS),
and flowy, wavvvvvy locks.
I could wear any sunglasses I wanted
(not just the ones with nose pads)
And still look modest in shorts.
I could be a bit taller,
taller than this
FIVE
FOOT
FRAME
and still look good
in peeptoe
l o
u bo
u ti
n sssss.
I would have glowing
smoooooooooooth skin.
BUT
Despite
wishingwishingwishing
for the perfect body
I still love my
palm-sized lumps,
my blemished spotted uneven skin,
my thick thighs,
and my ugly hands.
At least I can wear high heels
to make me
TALLER.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
Comforts of the sheets
Lights through the window stream in
I don't want to wake
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
Every setting sun
Always leaves me wanting more
Each day without fail
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
Before I was born
Watching over us, living
You are beautiful
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC
Silently watching
Observing their quick actions
Sitting, watching, hope
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:12 PM UTC
Never letting go
Or so you may like to think
Stay in this moment
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:12 PM UTC
Memories of youth
Fade fast, die fast, can't look back
Wish to remember
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:11 PM UTC