My scarfaced TSA prince I see you on imvu and I just want you Loving As we talk my Body aches for you My heart aches for when we can work Together And be together I pine for your presence Your love And touch
The way that you carry yourself In that CATSA uniform I see my scarfaced love Checking passengers for weapons Oh how I await his touch Oh how I await is kisses Then he takes me aside My dreams come true I get to feel his touch
little by little you’ll come to understand it takes more than a destination to call it fate almost missed my flight mistaking the gate thought I’d see you coming were you late? love could’ve been the first destination but you never came
The 4 am drive to the airport Sealed with melancholy and unbarring silence. Sweaty hands interlocked; Afraid to let go. For two hours of staying wide awake wasn't enough to absorb the repercussion we would soon be battling with. And the new faces are just a mirage, collected stories and memories still imprinted in closed notes; the counted days of our momentary bliss. The wait never felt like a burden, rather worth the wait to enjoy our last bite of meal. Tight hugs and kisses, as I walked through the door with my bags and suitcases, Never thought one day, that was the final draft of our story for five years back.
"No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories." ~ Haruki Murakami ❀