Come lay your hands upon me,
dig your fingers to rip my skin apart.
Trace your lips softly and gently,
before biting down on my beating heart.

come to me
come and lay in my heart
feel the warmth of the fire
that was set ablaze by you,
my beloved
you are the flame
that never dies
you are the beat
that gives me life

S.G

You push and pull me
You maneuver me like a puppet
you're my master
I'm crawling out of my skin
Just to touch you

You tease
Fast than slow
One day i'll break free
And capture your soul

S.G

I rose from the clouds,
Awaken by the mist of your eyes,
Your heavy smile drunking me sorelesly,
Moving down my ribs down my flesh,
Hanging me to the best joy,
Growing your light over me
Taking all my breath astray.

I want to gently caress you from your feet up
Slowly kissing every part of you which is so in tune with the earth
Slowly rising to meet you at your hips and greet you with a smile and lay my head upon your legs if only for a while

To bring your lips closer to my own so that every sentence and every bat of the eyes will send shivers down our spines
So that when we kiss
It will be much like a first time
The joining of hands grasping loosely at one another till finally security is reached and you clasp on to hold it forever between two celestial bodies of personified mass and emotion clashing with one another at every turn and slowly mingling into one large and obstintane nothingness
And then I want to lightly run my hands through your hair more deftly than oil rejecting water and as smoothly as physics allows to be possible
Then I wish to relax you in my arms and hold you there in silence as we embrace within the thoughts the wrestling parafanelia of emotions
Of lust and desire, of care and consolation
Because we are but friends, and lovers

Your eyes
sent electricity bolts
down my spine and
awakened me

My heart
beat to the rhythm
of your voice
tuning itself to your melody

Your  laugh
unwrapped me
from the barbed wires
i was enclosed in

My  skin
alive
moved to the beat
of our harmony

S.G

Don't be scared, Love;
show me your scars.
Give me a piece of your soul,
and maybe a glimpse of your mind.

I could show you beauty,
without a field of flowers.
And an amazing high,
without the foul aftertaste.

Just let me in,
let me feel your pain.
I'll touch your soul,
and make you go insane.