Walking strong
Casting models complied
Stalking the runway
With your scissor like stride
Girls invited to walk once more
They are young hopefuls
Strutting their stuff
New faces
It's the energy that's desire
Each moment exhilarating
At last the search done
A vision of beauty found

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"

Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all their stories,
I'm too scared to speak.

Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn't always my fault.

Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry"

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And though we're lonely,
We were never alone.

I'll *******
if you want
because I want it too
I want your hot breath on my neck
as you come closer to me in the middle of the night
or day
I want the stubble of your chin on my thighs
when you explore my body
I want pressure between our hips
as we toss and turn in the sheets
playfully
violently
silently
And when it's done
I'll tell you 'I love you'
but you don't need to reply
even though I know you will
Just nudge me with your nose
or graze me with you fingers

i cry when she leaves
her soul exiting mine
when together we are one
one lump that is every thing
that matters
at night i dream
that she is there
beside me
whispering in my ear
her angelic voice vibrating in my ears
her warm touch
from soft hands
like cotton
her red hair the color of rust
shimmers in the light while we swing
in the park
her vibrant blue eyes
peering into me
reading my soul
when she is gone i miss her
but it is when she is here
i miss her the most