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Earnest eyes, rewarding lips

I love the way you treat my kiss

Bold attitude, untold devotion

I drink from the bottle of your condescending potion



I’m standing on two feet alas

Only to bend back over

To feel the mastery in your grasp

And the protection in your hover



Your bed is my favorite reality

Moving up and down, face to face

This is the recovery period

For the inconvenience of time and space



I’ll be your girl til the end of the world

So long as it spins on its axis

I’ll tuck you into bed and put kisses on your head

So long as faith in each other is practiced



I’ll be your little minx until you leave us to dissipate

in a battle lost between the cracks

Of what’s ahead and waiting for us,

and what we cannot take back



I’ll stay as feeble and ready to mold

to the circumstances of your trust

To function formally under your arms

in the disease that I call lust
To often we fail to tune ourselves in.
   We get caught in rut after rut,
      Morphing into puppets... just going with the motions.
Too fixated on all we could lose to recognize each win.
   So weary of love we keep our hearts bolted shut.
      We are so afraid of change we cringe at the notion.

Sometimes you need to runaway from reality,
   Take a leap off of comforts shoulder…
      And dive into your intuition.
Free yourself from that corrupt mentality,
   And smile to keep the world from growing any colder.
      Your soul will sing a melody of bittersweet honesty…just listen.

That is where true beauty lay…
   In each untouched corner of your heart,
      Beneath each unspoken word of your inner voice.
It is never to late when you are blessed with another day.
   To live simply, take a breath and let the past part…
      And confidently make happiness your choice.
January 29, 2014
ZL Apr 2014
The touch of your hand
Makes my heart stand
The piercing of your eyes
Screams ***!
Passion cries.
The smell of your words
Was the last scent
I heard
A lover of your kind
Should pay my prudence
Little mind
I’ll bathe in your dirt
As you enjoy
My clean rinse
Together we
Shall awaken
Our sixth sense !

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