I speak for him
in soft whispers
delicate annunciations
that linger
on my craving lips.
I lust for him
With trembling hands
ineffable
anticipation
of feeling him
under my eager palms.
I breathe for him
in breathless gasps
startled by his disposition
inhale and
exhale
swollowing profound ecstasy.
I hope for him
When his world
Crumbles
bleak and desolate
Amity discovered
a beacon of immense light.
I love for him
beyond comprehension
and far past reason
Invoking
this rectified heart to beat
only
for him.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
I speak for him
in soft whispers
delicate annunciations
that linger
on my craving lips.
I lust for him
With trembling hands
ineffable
anticipation
of feeling him
under my eager palms.
I breathe for him
in breathless gasps
startled by his disposition
inhale and
exhale
swollowing profound ecstasy.
I hope for him
When his world
Crumbles
bleak and desolate
Amity discovered
a beacon of immense light.
I love for him
beyond comprehension
and far past reason
Invoking
this rectified heart to beat
only
for him.
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