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tracing myself in circles like the curve of my fingertip on skin
i have no real sense of what is right or wrong.
I have only the memory of your desperate hands on my body
the sweet look in your eyes wanting so much to claim mine
the reaching of our souls as they touched like hands held contently
where the chasm now lays as time slowly brings us to the brink again
the hard love lessons are burned into my being
I can not escape them
or you.
the senses cool only to light again in your warmth
I wish I could reach you from here but all I can do is blow you a kiss
with my hearts blessing while my mind isnt looking
and hope that you understand the way I feel,
and that one day it will all become real
where I wont fight the madness
i wont walk away from your call
i wont pretend im heartless
and I will stand ready and wanting
to take it all.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
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tracing myself in circles like the curve of my fingertip on skin
i have no real sense of what is right or wrong.
I have only the memory of your desperate hands on my body
the sweet look in your eyes wanting so much to claim mine
the reaching of our souls as they touched like hands held contently
where the chasm now lays as time slowly brings us to the brink again
the hard love lessons are burned into my being
I can not escape them
or you.
the senses cool only to light again in your warmth
I wish I could reach you from here but all I can do is blow you a kiss
with my hearts blessing while my mind isnt looking
and hope that you understand the way I feel,
and that one day it will all become real
where I wont fight the madness
i wont walk away from your call
i wont pretend im heartless
and I will stand ready and wanting
to take it all.
