I'm always waiting for the one to come.
The right woman who'll fall for who I am.
And even if she won't come yet,
I'll be the right one
For myself.

It shouldn't be a problem and it is.

I should be happy, but I'm not.
If I were a seaside, I'd be one time forgot.
Swings rusted still, and women of an age.
Same season all year, like dried ink on a page.

Getting overtaken, doesn't mean you lose.
It only meant you shone so more when came the time to choose.
Wind can be so vicious as it stings across your face.
A gentle stabbed reminder to always know your place.

Eventually what you will find is your heart does turn to stone.
Or constantly you feel the pain has seeped right to the bone.
Now at this point it really is so much easier to say.
Just leave me here and I'll wait in peace until you've had your day.

Laughter can be heard.
So loud it comes from all directions.
Pointed fingers and dripping nostrils.
Exploding stomachs as the heavy aching thunder rolls from below.
It used to be just a trickle.
Only triggering occasionally.
But now.
Every move that's made succumbs to it.
For truly in the mind they belong right here.
And for just a few heavenly moments can paradise be felt.
Thus what follows is accepted.
For one to believe that those tiny specs of preciousness are worth.
Anything.
Everything.
Because soon they will be gone.
The days are made brighter and easier to maneuver.
But its like having a rusted cart to push for miles.
With only drops of oil left to get it there.
When nothing is wanted more than to just cross into the prosperous lands.
Focusing too much on any point but the one that these boots do tread.
Always leads the traveler and his belongings astray.
Although as time has came and went.
His precious things slowly fell away to the ages.
Maybe one day it will fill again.
But its best just to keep the eyes trained on the horizon.
Storms tend to betray those that fail to give lady fate proper respect.

A single moment
Spent in Your remembrance
Is more precious than
Those spent in whole life
O' my Lord!
As the remembrance can not be donated
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Your lips taste like honey,
as they press against mine.
Two pink pillows blessing my soul.
Stirring violent chemical reactions within me.

Your body feels like a petal.
In my arms, against my chest.
I'd say my heart flutters,
but 'leaps' is more appropriate.

Your hair flows like silk.
And you didn't even try to make it look nice.
The way it swirls when you play with it.
Dancing, teasing, flirting with me.

Your eyes look like gems.
They dilate when you laugh.
Caress me when you smile.
Lick me when you gaze.

Your skin feels like a feather.
My fingers crawling, exploring.
As I undo your bra.
Inhaling your sweet scent.

Your legs feel like a bow tie.
Wrapping around my back,
pushing me into you.
As I wake to an empty bed.