To be honest I just want my fingertips to be familiar with your bare skin. I want to see you naked 3 AM and remember that I have you forever. I want my eyes to be on a first name basis with every inch of your body. I want the taste of your body to be imbedded in my memory

Every time that I see you forced to take a deep breath. I have to try and regulate my heartbeat. When I see you you an inaudible wow always escapes my lips. That’s how amazing you are to me. So amazing that every time that I’m graced with your presence I accidentally let my awe of you escape me

They said, "We come from ******, where the love
"is more exquisite than men can dream of,
"much less provide.  The hard Augustan rules
"are masculine, and made for breeding fools.
"Your patriarchal moral cannot sever
"our intimacy---that will last forever!
"We have the right to choose our destiny,
"without permission of society.
"You call the past His-story; but a page
"has been turned.  We come out with a new age.
"New drama will appear upon the stage
"of life's existence---with new cast and scene,
"its poetry composed in Mytilene."
So spoke they both . . . intensely . . . from the heart.
Not too long, after that, they broke apart:
the one given to raging jealousy;
the other?---children, domesticity.

When I see you in my mind,
all the burdens in my life,
seem to unwind.
One thing to me,
that is heavenly divine,
is whenever you press,
your soft lips to mine.
It always brings a smile to my face,
I would not want to be any other place,
except right here with you,
seeing that beautiful look on your face.
Then as we slide into bed,
nothing on but the candle light,
it makes me cry,
to know that I have,
the most beautiful girl by my side.
I hold you in my arms,
with all my love,
even if tomorrow,
would never come.
Seeing you lie there,
looking into my eyes,
for another slight moment,
another tear comes to my eye.
For when I look at you,
the way you do me,
I've never felt more sure.
That this love that we have,
between you and me,
is always and forever mean't to be.

Stop Crossing Oceans For People That Wont
Even Cross A Puddle For You.

I  Want Someone  Who Will
Ruin My Lipstick,
Not  My Mascara

Feelings Dont Die Easy,
Because We Keep Feeding Them With
Memories.