when I was with you, words couldn't explain what I felt  
I could hardly form sentences
your small smiles and knowing glances made my heart beat so fast and hard that I could feel it all throughout my body
your indescribable scent would invades my senses and I couldn't breath
I used to think it was love
that this was my body's was of telling me, what I felt for you was something deeper
something I craved and needed so badly that I would change who I was and what I believed in just to be with you
but I shouldn't feel speechless with you
I shouldn't be afraid when you're not near
I shouldn't loose focus of who I am to appeal to you
so no matter how much it hurts I have to let you go
just like you let go of me

The creep sets in,
a dripping faucet of fears
& hurt
from years past,
ripping me into pieces.
Strange sensations
roll
down my spine,
I'll never fall again.
Still your pretty voice
beckons
& no matter
how hard I try,
I am your slave
& you **** me.

She kisses me
now and again
usually when
I least expect.
Which is as perfect
as perfect gets.
She sets my clock and
makes me rock and
coils me round her finger,
she kisses and I linger on the
fragrance from her lips.

I want a love like, me think of you, thinking of me, thinking of you type love.
or me, tell my friends more than i ever admitted to myself about how i feel about you type love.
or hating how jealous you are, but loving how you want me all to yourself type love.
or seeing how my first name just sounds so good next to your last name.
****, i wanted to see how far i could get with out calling you but i barely made it out of my garage.
see i want a love that makes me wait til you fall asleep then wonder if your dreaming about us being in love type love.
or who loves the other more.
or what your doing at this exact moment.
or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imaging how something so good could hurt so much when your not there.
and **** , i love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
and check this i want to place those little posted notes all around the house so you never forget how much i love you type love.

and not having enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about you type love.
and hope i make you feel as good as you make me feel.
and i wanna deal with my friends making fun of me when they went through the same type of love type love only difference is this is one of those real loves type loves.
and just like in high school i wanna spend hours on the phone not saying **** and fall asleep and wake up with you right next to me and smell you all up in my covers type love.
i wanna try counting the ways i love you then lose count in the middle so i can start all over again.
i wanna celebrate one of those one month anniversaries even though it aint really an anniversary but doing it anyway cuz you know it makes me happy type love.
and check this i wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when none of us dial into it type love then talk to you til i lose my breath you leaves me breathless.

i wake up in the middle of the night to syrupy thick thoughts of you. intense desire to feel your hands on me, gripping my skin like the pant leg of the warden who will set you free. i listen to your lustful pleas...now hear me. feel my flow as our root chakras explode, expanding out exponentially allowing me to taste what’s free, in this life, at least. we all have needs and right now mine is you. and you are me in this explosive fantasy...life is a cycle of destruction/creation. i want to feel your physical impatience under my skin, pulsing in time with the tune of my heart. making love is our art. you show me what skin is meant for and what honor means in this late night scene. so we turn off our heads and allow love in this bed, cradling body parts of this relationship we've created, this hook and line is baited, now let’s turn off the lights and get elated. your body gets mine high, when you simply brush by, so i toss out my hand and connect with you, grab my man...to slow down our day and enjoy the sensual play. it’s good to have no words sometimes and just let skin speak your rhymes…so i'll kiss and embrace, you look. hold my face...this is a connection on another plane, we like to exist there so we stay inside each other’s eyes and allow the love in our hearts to push out through our hands...and we lustfully dance, change rhythms, slow up the tempo. stop, then rewind, play it all back. to truly enjoy our time here on this planet. we exist in skin. the energy of this life will one day change form…so i respect the body and all the joyful lessons it has to teach about boundaries, love, and the blurring of all of these…