Standing in front of you, trying to savor the beauty that lies beneath every point of view.
Letting it all sync in so slowly, with words sewn together with sincerity and compassion.
As your body comes close to me, It all unravels and falls at your feet. I cannot breathe, just wanting your hands all over me.
Can I get you close enough to feel the air that escapes your lips?
Can I grasp you tightly between my hips, as I feel your sweat beneath my fingertips?
As the scent of your skin lingers with mine, our experience together has been exceptionally divine.

Longing the exhilaration of you arriving at my door.

Engulfed by your ensorcelling essence, I dream to be once more.

Luxuriating in the alluring sent of you, as our clothing falls to the floor.

Your kind hands exploring my exposed body as they crept below my waist.

Enthralled with rapture leaving me in a haze, feeling as though the entire world has been erased.

The warmth of your heated flesh beneath my wondering fingertips.

Listening to your moans as I place you between my thirsty lips.

Emotions thick like a blanket of fabric, woven in the looms of lust.

As you submerge yourself between my thighs, and slowly began to ******.

Blushing sweat emanates from our labored bodies, so blissfully content.

Satisfaction washes over us as we've reached our intent.

It's like I'm screaming, and no one can hear.

As I'm suspended above an unrequited sea of tears.

And if the cables are cut, nothing holds me up, and nothing pulls me down.

No choice but to levitate, for I've never been on solid ground.

For even when I'm drowning no one ever seems to be around.

Perhaps it's the strength in love and hope that keeps me afloat.

I've only reached the edge of night, and I shall carry on till each mornings light.

Turning toward the fire in the sky, letting all the shadows fall behind.

Along with the broken words that always seem to find me.

I do not desire a facade to maintain, or a visage marked by adversity that never seems to fade.

So I'll let all my worries fall like rain, because it's only my life that I fall into reign.

As my life takes its course, it's a journey I travel like a dark-horse.

I wouldn't miss you I said, perhaps a lie I've tried to convince my head.

I haven't stopped thinking about you so frivolous in my bed.

Your an amenity it seems I must retire.
Though I still just want to dance in the darkness of your perfervid desires.

Bask in the raging flames of your unfurling wildfires.

Trying to distract myself so thoughts of you disappear. Inside my mind you seem to be adhered.

Those late nights in my room, now my bed sheets smell like you.

The things you do to my body, steady like the tide push and pull like oceans do.

Follow your lead as you take me by the hips, until your name breathlessly escapes my lips.

Now feeling as though a flower deprived of sun, I still know it was all in fun.

You lifted me up as though I've never been so high. But now you have gone, and I won't ask why.

Needless to say it would be untrue, if I had said I didn't miss you.

I feel the use of words are important, for they are powerful enough to wound or heal.

They can change the way you think, or simply how you feel.

For every word that is spoken, whether it be in depth or incredibly vague.

Resembles some importance, in the intent for the message they've relayed.

But for the words that go unspoken, the message may still be clear.

For even in the sounds of silence, is still a message you can hear.

Touch me with your mischievous mind; feel it through my aching flesh.

Caress my body with imploring eyes; run your thoughts across my thighs and chest.

Penetrate me with your carnal words; your whispers leave me trembling.

The way you have amorously embraced my soul, I will forever be remembering.

I want to thrive and twist and burn with life.

Live passionately curious until i draw my last breath.

knowing with each rotation of the earth, there is potential to evince new magical manifestations.

With an open heart i shall shrewdly descry the universe through perceptive cerulean eyes.

I wish to breath in the secret whispers of the world through crimson lips, slowly exhaling every experience.

Continuously remain enlightened, embracing every intrinsic phenomenon life has to offer.

Reality exists in our minds. What is visible depends on our willingness to alter our perceptions.

Half of living is to seek the truth and believe there is always more than what meets the eye.

Half of living is just letting your thoughts run riot and letting your imagination wreak havoc.