Jun 2015
The deep is the hole I fall into that has me in submission. The escape I find in the day, that keeps me sane in small doses, but drives me crazy in large ones.
Crazy for you
The deep is you, the only thing I think of half the time. Kissing your legs, ******* your toes, biting playfully on your neck, showing you my love for you and your body. Slowly caressing your curves and gently rubbing on your flesh, exploring you.
But it’s more than ****** love.
You say it’s ***, I say it’s intimacy. You say it’s foreplay, I say infatuation. Yet we’re on two of the same plane.
I poetically break you down like a pro, weakening your resolve and opening you up to options. Making you moister than weather, come with me, we’ll rain together. I’ll show you the pride in my heart and you’ll show me the love that I have needed for so long. I’ll show you my soul and its intentions, but only if you show yours as a consolation to my open and honest ways.
After I leave from a day of tension and anger, can you be there to greet me when I get back to you? Will you kiss me on the lips and welcome me back to the excitement I desire, the flames that I require to heat up my fire again?
You tell me ****** activity is what drives me, but that’s not how I see it. I see it as us bonding in a general way. Not reproductive, not recreational, just us two. But you still don’t believe me, and I don’t know why.
Ask me something about you, what’s your favorite number? !5. Your favorite movie? After-earth. Favorite tv show- shall I go on? Your favorite past time is cuddling up with a kindle and watching old re-runs from years ago. But yet you say I don’t know you?
I’m in too deep, it’s too good to end on a low note, my voice is low enough to carry the tones as low as you need it to go, we’ll get higher near the end, and hopefully I’ll ascend with you. I call you my lover, but you’re much more than that, you’re my counterpart, my other form placed in human. Baby, we’re nearly the same.
And it scares me.
Scares me that when you feed off of your own insecurities, you’re feeding off of mine too. Would you be a bad parent? did you look good enough at prom? do you think people remember you when you step away? Stop thinking about it, love, come back to me and let’s live in the present like new pets in gift boxes.
I love you, ok, and regardless of how much it freaks you out to hear that word, it’s the truth, and you know it is. Do you feel the same? I don’t know, but I want to find out, before you drag me deeper inside.
The Deep
Crazy for you
The deep is you, the only thing I think of half the time. Kissing your legs, ******* your toes, biting playfully on your neck, showing you my love for you and your body. Slowly caressing your curves and gently rubbing on your flesh, exploring you.
But it’s more than ****** love.
You say it’s ***, I say it’s intimacy. You say it’s foreplay, I say infatuation. Yet we’re on two of the same plane.
I poetically break you down like a pro, weakening your resolve and opening you up to options. Making you moister than weather, come with me, we’ll rain together. I’ll show you the pride in my heart and you’ll show me the love that I have needed for so long. I’ll show you my soul and its intentions, but only if you show yours as a consolation to my open and honest ways.
After I leave from a day of tension and anger, can you be there to greet me when I get back to you? Will you kiss me on the lips and welcome me back to the excitement I desire, the flames that I require to heat up my fire again?
You tell me ****** activity is what drives me, but that’s not how I see it. I see it as us bonding in a general way. Not reproductive, not recreational, just us two. But you still don’t believe me, and I don’t know why.
Ask me something about you, what’s your favorite number? !5. Your favorite movie? After-earth. Favorite tv show- shall I go on? Your favorite past time is cuddling up with a kindle and watching old re-runs from years ago. But yet you say I don’t know you?
I’m in too deep, it’s too good to end on a low note, my voice is low enough to carry the tones as low as you need it to go, we’ll get higher near the end, and hopefully I’ll ascend with you. I call you my lover, but you’re much more than that, you’re my counterpart, my other form placed in human. Baby, we’re nearly the same.
And it scares me.
Scares me that when you feed off of your own insecurities, you’re feeding off of mine too. Would you be a bad parent? did you look good enough at prom? do you think people remember you when you step away? Stop thinking about it, love, come back to me and let’s live in the present like new pets in gift boxes.
I love you, ok, and regardless of how much it freaks you out to hear that word, it’s the truth, and you know it is. Do you feel the same? I don’t know, but I want to find out, before you drag me deeper inside.
The Deep
have no idea why I wrote this, to be honest
