Darling, let me love you,
the way I want to,
the way you want me to.

let me spill all my feelings,
all my love,
my everything to you.
Let me be the morning dew and you,
be the petals of the loveliest rose.
I'd touch you all over,
the faintest touch of my lips,
all over your soft divine skin
would make you more pigmented
than you already are.

Let me tickle you and arouse you,
and make you want me more.
You’d try to push me away,
but avert me from falling too.
And I shall run wild over you,
just when your thirsty lips drag me rapidly to you.
And as I get closer to your lips,
I would see a shy smile in your rosy face.

I would hold you tightly,
give you the kiss of the millennium,
and you would want me more;
as if the feeling is new.
My every touch, my every breath,
would make you feel more complete,
like you’re discovering yourself in you,
via me.
Never has been your body caressed,
never have you been to this utopia,
as I show you the doorway to paradise,
and you would not want me to stop.

So I would go on,
Quenching every thirst,
again and again.
And you would be there,
soaked, all wet.
Right at that time,
we would be two bodies as one.
Your identity becomes mine,
and mine, yours.
And when I see you again,
I visualize no shyness in you, anymore.
I see, love, affection, satisfaction, and moreover,
a complete lady in you.
And I would shine,
like a diamond with you.
And that’s when the world sees,
an epitome of  beauty, in us.
Sparkling dew drops in a blossomed rose.

I'll smile,
     pretend
  I'm okay...
Better than the
          truth
   Anyways.

How has it come to this?
A book once vibrant in cover and fluent in language
Now tattered and dropped into a recycle bin.
I can hear them now,
The many in the landfills and recycle plants
“Judge me not by my remains but by my essence.”
But we discard based on looks and physical holes in plots.
We ignore the beauty of language and character development
For pristine copies of the new
When sometimes
The old would have worked just as well.
A book once vibrant in cover and fluent in being
Now tattered and forgotten.
How has it come to this?

Don't go around hugging
All my friends
Get them to
Stare at you with wide,
Innocent eyes
As you sashay away
Leaving them awestruck,
Then turn around innocently
To see them fight
And be confused.

Cause if your gonna turn all my friends against each other,
Ruin everything I live for,
Then ***** gonna go down.

The Rebellion Project X.
Look it up.
Ember Evanescent posted it, but who posted it is not important the point is uniting us as artists.
All of us poets are some of the most REAL people out there because poetry can't be fake.
To wear the black X on your left wrist in black ink is a symbol of your support of people being themselves and rebellion against society's judgments.
If you are wearing the black X know that at least three other people that I know of somewhere out there in the world are wearing he same symbol on their wrists and feel united in spirit through that.
<3
BE YOU!

Link:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/960010/rebellion-project-x-draw-a-black-x-on-yor-wrist-in-black-ink-to-s­how-your-support-symbol-of-rebellion-against-hatred/