I hate time with you...
It never lasts long enough.

As a child innocent, I briefly knew love.
I grew up, quickly tarnished, and in my years lost the companion of myself, my shadow.
I gathered pieces through my life, to fill the void, yet never whole, never complete. I surrendered, satisfied with the best I could do.
You flew into my life, through a window I thought I'd sealed tight in the stable structuring of my world.
As I was looking into the mirror, I caught a glimpse of you behind me, my shadow. I turned intrigued by your familiarity, only to find you curiously staring back at me.
You stepped forward, I stepped back. You stepped back I stepped forward. Left and then right, and we synchronized into natural dance as if it had always been.
We laughed, played and cried, settling with a sigh into sweet embrace.
Reflections mirrored in one another's eyes. Entranced in awe we drew closer, tasting exchanged sweet breaths of serenity.
I gave you a thimble, eternally filled with my passion. You returned to me with an acorn, radiating with your deep rooted love.
I vowed never to trap you, you vowed never to leave me.
We live in a land of the never, savoring the bittersweet reality of our fantasies.
We shall know never what would've been.
We shall know never what will be.
We shall know never apart, never an empty heart.

I dread the bitter taste of nightmares when consuming sleep.

Face me...fixedly eye to eye, four hands intertwined in infinite reciprocation, articulating...

Osculate my mind with your intellectual parlance, ardently and with hedonistic electricity arousing my neurons, titillating my synapses, sending lustful charge down my nerves.

I crave to feel your utterances surge through me,  course throughout every bifurcation, and transude from every last pore of my flesh.

Grasp my heart with your loquacity, embracing so passionately, that our beats become one resonating cadence whilst exchanging harmonious rhythm.

Caress my flesh with cognital poetry woven from emotions existent only to us.
Trace my veins with every word born from pain, contentment, angst and tranquility... pressing their vehemence into my bloodstream, surrendering my pulses to ******.

I yearn to listen to you make me moan, as I arch my back, tilt my head and release in silent screaming ecstasy... sating you with visual affirmation of our sapiosexual affair.