did you know..when you’re not there…

the anticipation of seeing your glorious face
and the feeling I get when you touch me, is hard to bare...I want more;
I feel like I don’t have it all
why aren’t we lucky?

You must know,

How, missing you cuts deep into my skin, my razor sharp love
and that, as I bleed, I long for you night and day;
imagine me, outside during a cold winter night
with no clothes on.
Man, to be loved is to be domesticated
you’re my home
you tamed my wild soul

then you arrived, my darling
Tall, you’re so hot with that ***** short hair.
you’re the fire
I am the woods;
you lit me up
and I burn
…there’s no warmth
that can compare
I bet, even the sun
would marvel
at your
heat, my northern star.
the place where I find rest,
next to you is where I belong.  

Love of my life is  here…
They hold me tight, but gently
happy and I am seeing stars
This is what life is worth living
for, I have it all, living my best life! baby, aren’t we lucky?