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When I say "I want you..."
I don't mean I want to make love to you.
No, I "desire you"
I want to hold you in my arms
Holding your cheeks to tenderly kiss you.
I want to irradiate your body with delicate kisses that silently whisper my desire, to illuminate your loveliness

Just because you're in my mind last thing at night
First thing in the morning , doesn't mean "I love you"
I don't think so anyway....
No....I want to hold you,
To be close to you
Caress you, hold your hands
And kiss every finger over and over...
With every word, every line she was in my heart. The sentiments caused so much heartache that my heart was close to bursting so on auto pilot the words poured forth.She is unobtainable, my unrequited Lovely One.
My verses are for her & I’m unable to show her
You have me in the palm of you hands....
Cupping my heart and my life, balancing my heartbeats on your finger tips.
in which hand will I be held today?
Will you let me slip far enough to give me a scare?
Only to keep me for later and reel me in and place my heart in your emotional 'keep net'

And that's it isn't it...?
Whenever you want me you know I'm there, waiting for your call, your summons.
And I respond like a lap dog, a pet who secretly adores you
You.... my secret mistress
Every night as I lie in my bed the voice...
It screams your name inside my head
No matter how I try to block you out
You ultimately conquer my tormented spirit

Yet, paradoxically without this voice I am lost,
Hearing it, I am found
For in this brief moment we are together
Until reality kicks in-I'm transported to your room
And there you are....
In bed with him....
And my heart lies broken...
The Lovely One...my unrequited one. Does she know my feelings for her?? I cannot openly declare them...the stakes are to high..
At the most random, inappropriate times she enters my mind,
The unrequited one, my desiring, my love.
At these times she fills my mind, my heart
Tricking, coursing slowly through me
Filling me with images of her,
Recalling her last words and texts.

My pupils dilate, my heart palpates
My imagination wanders "what is she doing at that moment?"
Did she think of me?
I think not....
But....
Forever I will love and desire you.
You've left me,
Gone away...
For the weekend
And I am left in suspended animation....
Missing you....
Reflecting on the last words
we shared.

Forty eight hours of
Letting go
But that's love too
No words,
No texts
No contact...
Only memories
Only suppressed feelings
And my unspoken love...
...For you.
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