my words mean nothing to you, do they? all you want are the raw images of lacy curves and hairless thighs, the sound of my breathing and the way my name sounds so good rolling off your tongue. it's as if when i say "hello" all you hear is "ready, set, go" my words mean nothing to you, do they?
you don't love me. you never did and you never will.
my father tells me stories from times ago. the words that flow off his tongue sound like a song full of memories that i didn’t experience, but they imbed themselves in my blood. sometimes i can hear the stars whisper his name as we sit outside the tent and talk about nothing. they praise his existence.
you will never forget me, i’m the one who’s name will stain your lips and the memory of me is as vivid as neon lights my touch will give you goose bumps when i’m gone and the sound of my voice will ring like bells everywhere you go. you can’t forget me.
You will never understand how much you mean to me because it isn't possible for me to describe when the adjectives don't exist yet. For the time being however, I will show you rather then tell you. I will turn your head towards me so you can see the entire universe in my eyes. I will speak in a way so that you can hear the word "love" in all 6,500 languages. I will touch the skin upon your palm so it's as if you're holding the earth at your fingertips. I will kiss you until you taste nothing but passion and I will show you what it feels like to be wanted. I promise. You deserve to feel wanted. And so I will want you.