Kiss me.
Kiss me softly
as I drown in your honeycomb eyes.
Kiss me slowly
until I forget everything except the feel of your lips on mine.
Kiss me deeply
and let me believe that you truly want me.
Kiss me hard
so that I remember what it feels like to have passion.
Kiss me delicately
until your warmth dries my tears and washes my sorrows away.
Kiss me sweetly
and teach me what it means to love.
Then hold me tight
and never let go.

You can’t show up fully right now.

I believe you.

You open your heart
and give a dose of
what we could be
to keep me close
but you close it.

And I keep holding on
just like I’ve been
you shut me out
and **** me off it has me
crawling out my skin
You keep me close.

you can’t show up fully
“right now”
and the only thing that's new is
is I believe you.

I wonder:
What are you hiding?
Because your eyes are so bright,
your smile so sincere,
your joy so prevalent.
How can it be real?

And if it is, what are the rest of us missing?

the difference between seeking to find me and seeking to stumble into me is the guarantee of only one of those.

Your hands are soft,
They grip firmly on my hips and
your eyes are fixated on my...
My everything
You move boundlessly and complete me effortlessly...
your groans give me certainty that your satisfaction is profound
And in my last gasp for air before I relinquish all the power from my body,
My nails dig into your back and my legs curl around your waist for support.
We are one.