I doubt I will ever forget
The note you left me
On the day you walked out that door
I'm going to find a new world under the ocean
Somebody once told me there are ghost towns there
Do not mourn my departure, for I am happy now
With that, you married yourself to the Thames
Leaving me with a hole in my heart
For all of eternity

I am only soft for you.
I am only warm for you.
I am only beautiful for you.
I am only better for you.
I am only happy for you.
I am only proud for you.
I am only strong for you.
I am only alive for you.
And I am only here for you.

I want to lick your tender lips...
Kiss the spot where you whisper.
Touch me forever...
Cuddle all night and dream.

Be.
Love.

Come.
To.
Me.

Lower, and lower
You sunk
Take a sniff of the skunk.
Blood pumps,
Heart races,
Warm embraces,
From both sides.
Feel the angel kiss your eye,
Welcoming breaths
Icy sighs.
Free.
Float.
Fly.
One more light
And then you're high.

Peeling away layers like
They were made of soft cotton
And had buttons ,
You surprise me,
Shows in my sighs I think
Your kiss firm against my inner thigh,
Tongue pressed against my willingness
Expressed in every moment we have alone
Out of eagerness
In the nervous shaking of my fingertips
While I reach for something
Beyond your chest ,
Fallow the rise and fall
And concentrate on how your arms hold me
To the center of everything
While I free fall, eyes closed heart stalled into
This lack of control,
No you wont let me lose myself
And suddenly
I realize the crashing
In my head is just
Walls crumbling to dust,
You are resurrecting
The remains of my broken trust
Brazenly causing the destruction of
My inhibitions with every little
Kiss across my middle,
Along my leg and between my hips
it seems you cause
this
Undue influence
Every time you part your lips.

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
"She must weep or she will die."

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Call'd him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee--
Like summer tempest came her tears--
"Sweet my child, I live for thee."

I’m like a puppet
                                                        Just pull my strings
                                                        I’ll be right there
                                                        When my telephone rings
                                                      
                                                        You’ve got me *******
                                                        In a nice little ball
                                                        You tangle my mind
                                                        And watch me fall

                                                        I’m totally hooked
                                                        I’m crazy about you
                                                        Everything you say
                                                        Contradicts what you do

                                                        I find myself alone
                                                        While you’re having fun
                                                        I try to catch you
                                                        But you’re on the run

                                                        You leave me confused
                                                        You say it’s the end
                                                        Stop playing with my head
                                                        ‘Cause you’ll be back again

My heart explodes.
But not in divine agony
or with one defiant bang.
In pulsing bursts
that are either too heavy
or too light to comprehend.
You squeeze me tighter
to level them into patterns
and restrain the danger you've created.
And somewhere along the way
my brain feels the vibrations
and calls it love.

your hair is time
your thighs are song
your nose is grace
your scent is morning
your eyes are praise
your mouth is prose
your soul is home

you turn away*
the way the earth turns so the sun can't fix it's heated stare
my look merely rolls off, unabsorbed
why do you rotate?
my gaze is not meant to dry your oceans
or burn your forests
I simply wish to light your mornings
illuminate your mountains
and warm your valleys