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angel dust Jan 6
i yearn to know
                  what you are
             thinking.

      i can sense some of you
but
      it isn’t enough anymore


i like the way your knuckles
         and
               palms
expand
           and
                 contract
                 when you speak

                                             the way your
                               eyes grow when
                    you ask me
         something

the way you run your fingers
through your hair
before you tell a story

                        i want to know more of you...

yet
             i can’t help but wonder
how close should i allow myself?

                                        something about you
                      pulls me in

you are
  the moon
i am
     the ocean

a force,
       undeniable        
                powerful
                         magnetic
                                 hypnotic

my body and mind have
collapsed
        into you


                        and i need
   your authentic, organic, uninhibited
                         thoughts

the unknown entices me
                   and
         simultaneously
                              freezes me in my tracks.
angel dust Jan 5
your lips have
                                enslaved me

me
    my mind
my body

                            just to touch them
                                  i linger
angel dust Jan 5
something inside your eyes
             sings
             to me:


“i am
       wild
with desire...

                                       i am burning”
angel dust Jan 5
i am but a passenger to my body

                       i cannot
          control               her


when she is near you
angel dust Jan 5
outside my body

i am
       lost

   but

        with the
ignition
      of
your arms

and the flame of
                            your skin
                on
     mine

i feel seen
i wrote this a week ago and now it rings truer than before
angel dust Jan 5
what wonders exist,
                    i imagine,
                            behind your eyes?

what wonders exist
                       in
          the palm of your hand?

                        it would be miraculous
          if those wonders
                                       felt
                        anything
                 like
your lips.
angel dust Jan 5
my breath?
ragged
tainted
untamed
uneven

billowing gusts of air

how
can it
even escape my lungs
when my
heart
jackhammers so
mercilessly?

i’m filled with nothing but
curiosity
and
intrigue

i want to be filled with nothing but
you

i want
your lips
your hair
your hands
your arms

i want
time
to explore
the
inches of your ******
surface

i want to make you feel
a way
you have never
felt
before
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