I don't just want to feel your lips against mine;
     I want your tongue teasing me,
     Your teeth biting me,
     And your breath warming me.

I don't just want your fingers to please me;
     I want one enterwined with mine,
     While the other leaves fingerprints all over me,
     Searching for the sea.

I don't just want your body pressed with mine,
     I want your hips moving slowly with me,
     I want to be handled so roughly there's left over
     evidence the next morning,
     I want to fight for control til I'm pinned to the
     bed and left at your mercy.

There is no one way I imagine ******* you.
But each one will leave us exhausted and satisfied,
And I don't plan on being very patient.

Your eyes are so soft and caring;
Your voice is so calm and soothing;
Your hands are gentle, yet so rough;
And your heart is so kind, yet so cold.

I want to take away your pain,
While you stumble around for away to destroy mine.
You're playing with my heart without even meaning to.

Your smile pinches my heart,
And my tongue craves a taste from your lips.
And when I feel your skin against mine,
I imagine even more of it in my head.

Between these sheets of satin love
Violence breaks cherries
Serenity found in screams and moans
Yeah babe this is a *** poem
About how I'm going to take from you
The last of your innocence
As you put my demonic instincts on a leash
There will be blood
As if Jack the Ripper
Found his way between your legs
The pierced silence quivers as lips curve back
Hiding under your teeth
Moans rupture as hair gets pulled
*** cheeks spanked leaving clues
As to whom it was that made you a ******
Begging, pleading, praying for more
As the width of my **** grows
Pushing harder onto your ***** walls
The gravity defying length of its throbbing prowess
Plunging ten thousand leagues into your soul
The violent serenity of our *** life
Becomes a perfect portrait
We paint every night with the stains
Our love produces onto bed spreads
Needing to be burned after such defilement

It started off simple
in a simple place
with a simple mind
that simply needed to make it happen
so it simply did
but it simply didn't matter
how simple became complex
and it simply killed us
and simple moved to next

Waves be crashing on the rocks
Eagerly leveling it's play
Waves be born once again
Just like the other day

Don't struggle if it hits you
Or you'll drown
Be calm just like the sky
And it will treat you like it's own

Horizon is a myth, it's just to see
And never a place to be
Unlike the stars
But there you can never be

Ocean is one with one too many a name
It's just another storm, hence, so insane
Hold on tight it's going to be a rough one
And don't worry you'll get to see the sun

The Ocean is wise
it knows where to shore
Don't take it for granted
it can destroy you to the core

There's an ocean in you too
Which you don't know of
You'll figure it out soon
And won't be lost

Bel esprit,
You my dear are something worth a lifetime
I long for my hands to be grimy with every bit of you
Soaked with every emotion you feel
Cover me up with your fiery embers of pain
Fill me up with passion
Make me scream your name without a touch
**** me until you moan because we've melted as one
Pin me down showing me, telling me, "you're mine"
Claw my back like you were carving our initials into an old oak tree
Because baby girl, I will forever be yours.

I refuse to write a poem about you. I fear the day my emotions get the best of me, leave me with searing fingertips and sword like pen stabbing holes in your perfection. I never want to cut through your life and dissect your soul. I never want to write about the way you smile and that one face you make - no. I don't want to recreate your hands with words that bring me comfort because I can never replace the feeling of them. I can't write about the way I look at you, or the way my heart pounds for you, or the music that reminds me of you. I don't want to admit how I pine for you, admire you, sit in my car, drive by you how just a glimpse of you makes me high on you. I can't write about how you're the exception to my confidence how you scare me in the most thrilling kind of way. I never want to admit conversations that run through my head, the drunken memories that come to mind when I need a distraction or they demand to be remembered. I cannot write about you and all your beautiful parts I can't talk about pain in an unreturned heart - I refuse to write a poem about you. My words would never live up to your truth and I'd rather have you than a poem that would never do you justice.