You,
Me,
And, in between are,
My dreams,
About us.

Is it a crime,
At any time,
To steal your smile,
With my kisses,
To make you mine,
And, forever my missus.

What is poetry?
Talking with a woman like you.

Make me your midnight muse.

Think of me when darkness falls, and you're alone. Feel my ghostly touch, like a whisper— a moan.

My breath upon your face, a sigh, a tease. A tender reminder, of the love that seeks release.

Howl your secrets to me, in the quiet of the night, Each word a sacred offering, as my soft figure dances in your sight.

Break me open, like a vessel of clay,
And slip your fingers in, in the softest way.

Make me anew, with each touch, each caress,
Start over again, in love's sweet duress.

Please start, again, again, and again.

There were times when I would wonder,
About the moments we never shared even before we met,
And, my mind would race and ponder,
To find your memories after together we were set,
For I often still think and wish,
To know more about the kid in you whom I'll always cherish.

What's perfection?
The sky, the waves, and you.

I wonder at times,
Why your heartwarming words,
Resembling raindrops falling on sand dunes,
Create this chaos in my heart,
Knowing,
You being afar,
And, igniting a fire in me,
That cannot be extinguished.

let me love you
the way you love me
making each other happy
the way its suppose to be.