I want to
make love
to you
but not
in the way
you'd think

I want to
brush your soul
with my fingertips
and slip in and out
of this world
in your arms

I want to
show you
the galaxy
inside of my heart
and watch you
discover each star

I want to
press my lips
against your body
and write the story
of our love
in sloppy wet kisses

I want to
deeply inhale
your wild spirt
and get high
on all your
hopes and dreams

I want to
wander the maze
in your heart
and hang
my portrait
over the
cracked drywall.

I want to
feel you searching
my soul and
shouting out
in joy at
every piece you find

I want to
strip you
of your insecurities
until you can
bask naked
in the warmth
of my love

I want to
paint our lives
in vibrant memories
of days filled
with laughter
and nights filled
with passion

I want to
have all of you
in every moment
of every single day
for the rest
of forever

And if that
isn't making love.
*I don't want
to know
what is.

We
could
have
been a
royal flush,
but
you
f o l d e d

...
“I understand”, you’ll say
“You actually don’t”, I can say
...
We don’t really understand each other, do we?
What we truly feel is under the deepest of sea
We act differently as what is real
Predictable façade is what we see
...
Forged by its surrounding
It is deceiving
...
We react, we judged, we don’t understand
What people really stand
Within the horrifying ugly face of human race
Is a soul that is pure, living in its suitcase
...
He scream, he fight, he fall
Left unheard at all
...