I want you
Not only the pretty you
Not only the beautiful you
I want all of you
Your imperfections that you care
Those scars of the past that you hide
All those dreams you want to share
And all the tears that you fight

I want you
Not for today not for tomorrow
I want you to be forever
So we could share our happiness and also sorrow

The you, now maybe confused
The you, now maybe scared
The you now may be traumatized
The you now maybe facing some unknown fear
And for that may be ,reason is me

Want to be together but not only in happiness
Want you beside me , holding hands also in your sadness
Want to wrap my arms around you , so you can heal by my side
So close that you can feel my love and nervousness I hide

Let's paint our own , a beautiful love story
With the paints of love and colours so bright
That will never stop just like a ocean tide.
It may sound crazy now or even impossible
But believe me
On this path of life with me
Because we have so much to do, remember

Let’s get wrapped up, deep sensual chemistry,
Going swimming in loves waters you see,
Adding fire, making steam,
Plucking our senses like guitar strings,
Vulnerabilities resonating,
After caring, proper, attentive tunings,
I want to ******* like my pen makes love to this page,
Like spirits speak to a sage,
Like passion in fury,
Like the rawness of rage,
Like birds set free from a cage,
I want to unleash myself unto you,
Like I want to unleash myself unto myself, unto the universe,
Finding just what it means to do justice to life’s mysteries,
The must have’s and must be’s,
The must do’s and must see’s,
The must touch and must breathes,
Like the ****** of the universe, the almighty Big Bang,
I want to begin, again, and again, and again.
With you.

And perhaps we will meet again

in another lifetime.

But for now, I will wallow in the pain

that which your absence has caused.

Your absence feels cold

but that’s okay.

I will wrap myself in a blanket

of memories of you,

to try and mimic the warmth

that you once gave me.

You didn’t mean to leave,

and that’s okay.

For the coldness of your absence

is a reminder of how warmly

you loved in this lifetime.

I told the moon about you.

And it listened so intently.

Its silence is a welcome mat to my deepest desires.

Careful to share my full desires for fear, being vague leaves room for interpretation.

I told the moon about you.

And I wished more for you than for myself.

For even my desires require your consent.

I told the moon about you.

And I bared my soul in the glow of its light.

Hoping it would see just how deeply I felt.

I told the moon about you.

And I hope that you looked at it and thought of me.

The way I spend every waking moment thinking of you.

I told the moon about you.

As I lie in bed at night, I wish you were here with me.

Your presence silencing the screaming in my head.

Your touch just a reach away.

I told the moon about you.

Because it listened without judgement.

Gathering my wishes up in it glow.

As it caressed the world around it.

I told the moon about you.

And I hope one day.

You tell it about me too.

My lips tremble in anticipation
as I eagerly press them to your skin.
I kiss your throat softly,
lips lingering as I lead a trail up your neck,
seeking your lips.

Your skin is salty beneath my hungry mouth,
I can feel sparks fly as I sigh into your breath.
Every inch of you I just want to devour,
I imagine your lips pressing against mine softly.
The pressure increasing as my heart beats wildly.

Your tongue slips enticingly into my mouth,
Intimately I taste you and savor the taste.
You kiss me harder, taking over all my senses,
delving into my very being.
Our tongues caress, circling and stroking,

I can't get enough, my body is about to explode.
I'm drowning in desire, my knees are weak,
as my hands roam over your body.
Hands cupping your *** and seeking your *******
leaving a path of fire scorching your skin.

Your fingertips gently tracing and touching my face,
Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest.
You lean into me trying to get closer,
feeling my hardness pressed against my hip.

You smile at the way my body is responding
to yours in need and wanting.
You can't seem to get close enough to me,
my hands roam from your neck to your chest.
I rub your ******* teasingly, longing to kiss them,
as my thigh parts your legs, making your skirt rise.
Rubbing my leg against your burning flesh slowly,

I inhale deeply, making no sound,
as your hands slide down to my waist.
Unfastening my pants eagerly,
You find me hard beneath your touch.
You enclose my engorged manhood gently,
Your mouth caressing, ******* and tasting.
I want you so bad

Yet, I'm not through, ...nor ready,
to give you, the sweet release you crave.
You feel my fingers seeking your inner flesh,
bringing waves of excitement, pleasure.

My finger invades your now wet, innermost turmoil,
You feel a wicked rage of internal passion.
Assaulting your senses, spreading like wildfire,
You beg me to quench your desires.

You look at me, my eyes, smoldering arrest me,
your cheeks growing hot under my gaze.
A  gratifying groan sounds deep in your throat,
Bending my head toward you,
My mouth capturing yours.
Seducing you entirely, endlessly,
your mind, your body, and your soul.
Clothes fall away silently to the floor,
You... now want me... as bad as I want you.

Don’t tell me you want my lips,
Don’t tell me you need my tongue.
Just shut up.
Dig your claws into my back.
Make me bleed
as I pin you against the wall,
Thrusting all of me
into the deepest parts of you,
until our eyes roll back in a
primal flurry
and we feel nothing but a raging fire.

Let the flames melt our pain.
Baptize me in your sweat.
Don’t let me remember what you were
or who I was supposed to be
before I looked.

I hope this finds you well.

You still have my heart-

It beats not in my chest,

but in your hands.

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Please do not return it-

For all that you may think of it,

it truly is yours.

It has belonged to you since the day we met-

you plucked it out of my chest

with your quick wit and smooth charm.

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Or rather, it fell right out of my mouth-

flew right past my tied-tongue and outstretched arms.

You called to it, and it sang for you-

gladly leaving me behind.

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You were a better home, anyway.

You cared for it, nursed it, and for you

it grew and grew

until I got lost in its blooms.

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So please, I hope you keep it.

If not, just throw it away.

But please don't give it back to me.

It will only ache.