There has been moments and sometimes even years when I've submitted myself to them.
Celebrated false joys with them, spent and consumed with them. Turned a blind eye and focused on nothing with them.
I found their ways grueling and murderous, they killed the soul first while seizing the mind with pointless goals.
I tried talking to some of them but found it as uncomfortable as conversing with a cop on a Sunday.
Accepted it for what it was. Embraced what it is I truly am.
Unlike them, against them and inherently on my own.
The only true joy lays within the ***** and the Poppy. The softness of the women's painted lips. The discovery of words of prose written by a long dead drunk.
The sound of recorded music by Frusciante and the times alone when the pencil meets the paper and all of whatever this is comes to be..
I dreamt of you, From the outside looking in. Your body over mine, Your touch on my skin. You touched, I trembled. You tasted. I stir. My dream, so vivid My dream, divine. Your hands in my hair, Your body on mine. I swear i can feel you, I know you're not there. The sun parts my lashes I wish day were night. I long again for sleep, For the feel of tonight.
I appreciate the way you smirk I appreciate the way you calm me down I appreciate the way you me laugh I appreciate the way you hold my hand I appreciate the way you always listen I appreciate the way you pull me close I appreciate the way you kiss me I appreciate the way you miss me I appreciate the way you think I appreciate the way you feel I appreciate the way you act I appreciate the way you believe I appreciate your motivation I appreciate your wit I appreciate your eyes I appreciate your lips I appreciate your mind I appreciate your love but most of all I appreciate us.
I confess, My dream’s desire, Wanting your caress, You to be my temptress, Enchantress of heart, My dream’s desire, To give you no rest, Having all of you, no less, Your fingertips graze my lips, Self-control you test, My wanting you.