I wait,
Quietly wait for you.
Until you're ready to be with me,
When I can be with you.

And the silence in between is deafening.
Only hearing from you when I contact you.
No email to say 'how are you?'
Until it's close to time to get together.

Yet I still believe you care for me.
I know you don't love me,
I don't expect you to and you never claimed to.
It's not your fault how I feel about you.

I try not to be needy,
It makes me second guess everything I do.
I no longer react naturally to you.
It's sad because you do make me feel so at ease.

I would be your goddess
To draw you in, captivate you.
Worship me.
You are my *** god.
I adore you completely.

The sacrifice of your ****** pleases me.
I reward your worship by giving myself to you
As I take you.

I give so much more than you will ever know
I give it gladly, freely.
Your goddess isn't just the goddess of ***.
I am also the goddess of Love.

We won't mention that.
You can't take  my love,
You can take my body.
I know you can't love me,
But you give me your body.

I find bliss in the intimacy you come to me with.
I feed on your desire for me
And revel in your lust.
Your essence is beautiful

Arrrghhhh!!!

Sorry just had to get that out.
I have three partial poems,
What the heck am I supposed to do with three partial poems?!?!

Run to me my darling.
Ache for me, need me.
Run to me my sweet man
Let me be your desire.

Throw off the burdens of the way things are.
Forget about the 'shoulds' and 'mustn'ts'.
All that matters is you and I together,
Right here breathing each other.

Feeling you I know we are meant to be together,
You must feel it too.
When we are apart the doubts creep in,
Confusion begins.

With you there is clarity of pure emotion.
My needs and desires mingle with yours
And I know where we are.
Your presence clears my mind.

I will run to you my lover.
I will choose to believe you run to me.
Spill your desires into me as I spill mine into you
And we won't know which is which as they mix.

You're so quiet, withheld.
So distant from me.
Such is the nature
Of our relationship.

How then is it that I feel so much
From you, for you.
Is it just me filling that void
With my own desires?

The sweet talking ideal lover projected onto you?
Yes there is some of that.
But despite your distance
There's no mistaking your passion.

And you only withhold your emotions about me
(Or don't have them, I'm not sure).
In other things you're so open.
I love that about you, and I love who you are.

So yes you are distant
But oh so close and intimate.
You can't give yourself to me,
But I give all I can of myself to you.

Mistakes were made.
Getting involved with you was a mistake,
Falling for you was a mistake.
Choosing not to see you again because it's wrong was a mistake,
And starting to see you again is a mistake.

Ahh sweet mistakes.
The imperfections that make life so beautiful.
I will gladly make mistakes with you.
My intellect shouts 'this can only end badly'
I don't care.
Each moment with you is beautiful,
I choose to experience every one to the full.

Tomorrow can look after itself.
Today, my sweet mistake, I am yours.