A deep attraction . .the one that is followed by seduction..The strong affection, a beam that awakened my soul. My senses silently exploded, and a deep sensuality reigned . Your **** manly figure, turned my world around. I felt I couldn't be nowhere ...without you
.....By myself ..
Only you could light me on.. That strong attraction and longed seduction, ignited my soul. Not getting enough of you , I seemed to exhaust insatiable love.....then I drove myself "framed ", and begged you to arrest me. I was lost seeking your heart , a place you led me to dig deep..and you touched me and oh.. so hard , pushed me in so right ..that I resided there, as a type of breed that swallowed your concentration in ... Now. ..
I'm addicted to you.
An insatiable thirst for you blinds my thoughts .
And it is you and only you ..
Your pure heart and sporadic lovely company ...from which I cry for more . Your fun way to be yourself : nice personality and transparency ..addicts me to yourself.
I get thirsty for you
I give you a strong touch
Grab me towards you
I want to feel your skin
Kiss your lips throughly
All your corners ....
Explore your oceans and hidden corals ..
Followone your smell , whIle you take me there ......
Written a year ago. ..
A year ago we got reunited
A year ago you left.
Almost a year ago I found you
Almost a year ago I found you too
And him as well
And so it went
A few more months until another year
Two more months, to reach a year since I saw you again .
You, me, him , and again. ..
Love and tears are timeless and countless
All the above...... meaning does not have
Just feel .Only the Heart knows.
When a leaf falls down,
Making no sound,
It sails away........
And Just like the wind,
It has nowhere to go.
It changes directions,
Mercy of its strong flexion
And like a rebel,
It reckons a win.
Freedom is brief
and so unseen
It's worth the wait
Once you redeem
Yet the feelling isn't forever,
Cause a scar is seen...
Just like the leaf, treasure your dreams
Long, dull or bitter,
They give you a gleam
Nature is teacher
To all living beings
Please let me be with you
For as long as I may leave.
Wishing to know you
I search inside your heart for a reason.
A reason to keep you by my side
Please...stay with me for a little while.
Taking me with you, you'll make me smiile.
They once told me
That you had deep blue eyes
That they were sad as the future,
Sad as a sky with no falling stars.
So I went in search of them
Did I find them, ...I don't know. .
I just remember this pale guy
who turned paler once he fell
The harder he fell , the paler he got .
(I said ) ; please stop dancing , as they had closed the bar ...
He just went on and on....non stop.
I heard him hauling at the moon
The other day at the Boulevard
I just ignored it, as I learned to ignore him now.
Let me discover your voice within the silence,..look at me a little longer ....
While listening to your song
I feel your touch
The one that was physically absent
Perhaps resting in your mind
Reaching out to you I feel you
Let me be with you one time.
Unobtainable, as a sudden dream
Your image disappears
Although it stays nailed in my heart
As a reason to believe.
Or take me with you
Be my shadow, ardent thought.
I read your soul, therefore I feel.
Come next to me, I want your pain.
Poisonous love running through your veins.
Intoxicated with it, I mourn this loss.
Hug me, strike me.
Be my cross.
There are some attractions that we can't sometimes explain.
"The song of a distant owl in the middle of a cold, chilled night. Its' voice raising as high as the tall pine trees, echoing through the silence, mixed with the misty fog as that one of a King's ........The cold seemed like nothing.....compared to its somewhat full of impiety song of darkness, that emerged from its keen"
None of our days have a price.. they are as priceless as they are for us and us alone. And if they are not valuable .., that's only up to us . Days can be just illusions that are just passing by. Many days we don't even remember, although some of them can carve deep within ourselves. Our days don't have a price. Our days are what we make of them. Sometimes they get swallowed through a pool of blood and other times they swim freely in a pool of hope. Ensure you make your days your own and don't let them be taken, as they are yours and just for you.