Craving your luscious lips right next to mine.
Reminiscing the moment when we experienced Cloud Nine.
It began with a French kiss, then biting your hard *******,
That further progressed to smacking your buttocks, creating small ripples.
  
As our clothes depart, we escalated the ****** tension with every touch we had marked.
Passion so intense, penetrating ever so deep;
We grasped the feeling of ecstasy till that moment when we couldn’t breathe.
Experiencing love and bliss that felt like an eternity…
  
How fortunate were we to experience the alignment of our souls unbound.
Till the moment we parted ways, leaving memorable traces so profound.
  
By: Michael M. De La Fuente

I will hold you,
I will follow you to the darkness.

Anything is fine,
as long I am there with you.

I will let you break me,
and let you explore my flaws.

It'll be okay,
because you fix the broken me.

I will let you use me,
for happiness or lust.

And that's okay,
because by the end of the day,
I see you smile.

I let you abuse me,
because I see the flame in you,
wanting to be extinguish.

And after,
when you're cool down,
I see galaxies in your infinite eyes.

I let you punch me,
give me bruises and blood spill everywhere.

That's alright.
Because after,
you'll tell me that you're sorry and you'll say you love me.

I let you do such painful actions on me,
because I know,
no matter how badly you treat me,
you care for me,
treat me properly,
tell me you love me,
let me explore your flaws.

It started with fun nights and stopless laughter.
It started with sweet kisses in our blanket fort, warmed by the lights hanging above us and surrounded by the soft music repeatedly mumbling love words.

It faded into talking less and only hours within 2 weeks of seeing each other, but that didn't bother us.
It should have.
It faded into ignoring each other's texts and hiding from words that start with L, hopelessly wishing that the initial spark would hold up a house of cards instead of burning it down.

It is presently a mutual relationship of two acquaintances who act like they don't know what to do with their freed hands hanging loosely instead of being held.
It is presenty an awkward time for me. Where I don't want you, but I miss you, or the things you used to represent at least, like passion and things that aren't supposed to be.

Key words: aren't supposed to be.