Soft and supple,
Rosy pink lips dance across my face.
This peace and sincerity so naturally
comes.
I didn't think this was possible,
To feel my muscles relax,
Just at the touch of your fingertips.
I thought I knew what gentle was,
But not until you showed me for sure.
Tears fall down my face, but
not for sadness,
but for absolute paradise.
And I will hold you for as long as I can,
In the fold of these hands,
To keep you safe, like you have
Since the day I met you.

As we slide beneath the heat of the blankets,
Legs entwined and wrapped around each other,
Like ivy on a tree,
I can't help but feel this warmth and
Happiness between my thighs.
And I gasp a high pitch sigh,
As your finger slips inside me,
And your tongue across my collarbone,
Gives me a feeling like no other.
Slipping and sliding in the nature of
My fluids, I can feel our goosebumps
Meeting one another.
Your tongue slides in and out of my mouth,
And my eyes roll backward, my back arches,
and my pelvis thrusts against your hand.
I don't think I will ever be dry again.

It is a time to bring
the pages out in the open,
to open this book
and to allow it
to be read.
i don't expect well wishes,
or polite words exchanged.
all i ask,
is do not be cruel.
this heart has been crumbled,
like forgotten homework,
and stretched out, and rewritten.
but the wrinkles still remain,
and the words are hard to see.
but they can be read,
if the page allows.
you just no longer have the eyes to read.

Walk in this garden with me,
We can hold hands, and speak of good things.
Chirping of crickets and the stars all aflame
Strolling in silence, in this flowery frame

Walk in this garden with me,
Down hallways of petals and aromas so sweet.
Sweet glances and smiles, cause we both know this;
Your heart is my garden, it fills me with bliss

Walk in this garden with me,
We'll share a walk by the lake, and a treehouse kiss.
And these moments, like photos will stay in my heart,
As you whisper, "this feels like a wonderful start."

I'm at the bar of my boyfriends basement,
You're not here and there's something missing.
I'm not supposed to feel this way.

Push it down, and shove it under,
Acknowledge it and it becomes thunder.
Who am I kidding anyway?

Guy code, friendships, not to mention
general morale,
I don't like you, I tell myself.

But then here you are, with a case of beer,
Smiling from ear to ear.
I look at you and my heart skips.
But,
I don't like you, I tell myself.

Here and there we brush shoulders,
Bashful sorry's and nervous laughter,
And the
Unsaid understandings,
that we love each other.

The difference in the sighs,
Is if they contain lust or anger,
Contentment,
or pity.

Does he sigh, and fall into your embrace,
When you tell him goodnight;
Or does he sigh,
and roll his eyes?

Is there a harshness in this breath,
He lets go from his lungs,
When you just ask,
'Am I good enough,
For you?'

The difference in the sighs,
Is if you feel the love,
As he places passion in your ear;
Or if you question in the morning,
what you've done wrong.

But the true difference in the sighs,
Is not when they come,
But who gives them
to you.