I'm looking forward to the kisses that trace along my skin lips kissing lips, tongue breaking skin but then again, I could be getting a little to used to this whole celibacy thing the idea that I have become one with myself, taking the time to get to know me again but nothing could compare to what I have learned to conjure up deep within the urges for affection a good cuddle when it's all over the arms of a man and his scent better than a blanket to cover but the constant urges to touch to feel the need to be relieved of the stress that need to have that loneliness healed no worries about if I'm his one and only if there is potential beyond today for love just me, my thoughts, and perhaps a strong toy when it all becomes a bit too much
I can feel the fire deep inside Burning words clean off the page Screaming with fury yet unsaid Ringing out slowly Like a hellish belfry Sing out to heaven Hope to breath All the while, Autumn leaves All I can feel is bitterness at it's reprieve So comes the winter, A cold dark thing For which may well **** me
Her head bent down, a hole in her chest unfulfilled by love that doesn't exist her search seems to have no meaning wanting so deeply to be hugged to survive
She is flushed, eyes wet teardrops roll her face saving every one to soak her skin so that she can shed them once again she cries
Her hair draped around her face she feels undesirable unwanted and losing her reality longs to be part of the one she searches for she waits
Looking in the mirror she disbelieves as the pitch black of night covers her guiding light her search is unworthy of being the one of his dreams she feels it doesn't matter she climbs
Still dreaming, even with doubt, or with meaning was it truth or falsity wanting the dream to be real as it fades into the clouds to die
With head bent down dreams gone words that don't last teas dried up lost