and i still can't stop beating myself up
for all this pain i feel.

i want to make love to you with my words
whispered temptations floating from my lips
to the hidden crevasses of yours ears, tickling.
your low gentle groans licking the fire at my pulse.
i'll drag my nails across the smooth
marble of your back and remind you how
very **** seductive you are, you're irresistible.
kiss the plunge between your thighs and
utter your name a thousand times as I
hold you close to me, closer now.
i'll rub myself delicious as i remind you
that i'm the very best you're going to get,
love.
with an arched back and scathing tongue i'll
demand you to take my flesh in you hands and
make love to it like only hands can
while my words are the only part of me touching
every single part of you.
i want to make love to you
like only lovers can and lovers do;
with words.

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

What I said:
"Hi."
What I meant:
I've missed you.
What I said:
"How was your day?"
What I meant:
I wish it had been with me.
What I said:
"Want a smoke?"
What I meant
Want to lower the smokescreen a little, love?
What I said:
"I'm hungry. Do you have food?"
What I meant:
I trust you despite my immense security about my body.
What I said:
"Meet me?"
What I meant:
I cannot sleep when I'm not in your arms.
What I said:
"Hi."
What I meant:
*I really, really lo-like you.