be kind to me
and gentle of
spirit.
always look at me
with love in
your eyes,
you beautiful,
ephemeral creature.
always seek comfort
in me
and do not become
upset
when I need
the same.
i said
"i do not know what i
did in a past life; to
deserve such
tenderness"
Please,
continue to educate
me.
and if one day we
find one another's
words
harshly-spoken;
then i hope it
be for the better of "us"
i dare to dream of
a future, and
the aspect of growing
into respectable souls;
lauded by the young.
i want the safety
and security
that those beautiful eyes
portend.
i want your
passion and,
responsibility.
i want to be Loved, deeply
and our lives to be
lived in shrine of reverence
of knowing we would never
endanger that most holy
of consecrated grounds.
i want to think of you
whilst i toil to provide
and have those
most affectionate
lips on mine.
i want to listen to Tartini
in the autumn,
when the leaves turn and
our skin changes from
supple and yearning
to
soft and,
thin.
more-so than all;
i want you,
and in-so longing for you
want you to want
these same simple things.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
be kind to me
and gentle of
spirit.
always look at me
with love in
your eyes,
you beautiful,
ephemeral creature.
always seek comfort
in me
and do not become
upset
when I need
the same.
i said
"i do not know what i
did in a past life; to
deserve such
tenderness"
Please,
continue to educate
me.
and if one day we
find one another's
words
harshly-spoken;
then i hope it
be for the better of "us"
i dare to dream of
a future, and
the aspect of growing
into respectable souls;
lauded by the young.
i want the safety
and security
that those beautiful eyes
portend.
i want your
passion and,
responsibility.
i want to be Loved, deeply
and our lives to be
lived in shrine of reverence
of knowing we would never
endanger that most holy
of consecrated grounds.
i want to think of you
whilst i toil to provide
and have those
most affectionate
lips on mine.
i want to listen to Tartini
in the autumn,
when the leaves turn and
our skin changes from
supple and yearning
to
soft and,
thin.
more-so than all;
i want you,
and in-so longing for you
want you to want
these same simple things.
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