#willwrite
Will write ...
I will keep writing to you...
To you, my princess, I will write...
And for your beautiful soul...
I will paint pictures of my crazy love...
With an endless longing...
Although,...
The languages of the world and their letters...
And it's words of love and it's meanings...
Are unable to describe this love...
And the limits of this passion...
It is too big to fit within the confines of these pages...
But I will write...
While i am...
full of sadness and pain...
because of your distance from me,...
my princess...
Yes, sweetheart ...
Here I am writing...
And I will continue to write for you...
And will translate those pulses...
That almost broke my ribs...
Into words crowned with feelings...
that reached the point of madness...
That madness...
That wants to break the chains...
To scream with the high of my voice...
Telling you...
I looove you...
And I adore you madly, O lady of all women...
I love you...
Hazem Al...
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
come to me.
to the floor where i kneel
in front of you.
follow me- pay attention close
and bend.
your will.
your beliefs,
your promises.
your boundaries.
your comfort.
follow me with your stare as i slither back above the floor.
and crawl over
your expectations
your judgments
your rehearsed words
dripping like drool from a baby's lip.
delight, devine
as i slide off this good girl's skin
contain your
greed
disbelief
desire while i
take you up mountains in your mind, lover.
i raise you from the center of the sky.
while i blind you with lust
'till you feel silken places inside-
so fragile they will tear
ill bring the goblet to your mouth sir-
with the richest ruby reds slither down your throat as if it were alive.
oh yes, we will climb,
feel the mount behind us holding us up... wind up so high must be stealing our breath
I will give you touch, lover.
the kind you never found in all your searches.
the kind the does the touching with it's shadow not it's skin
and the shadow dances to tickle in the most promising of places.
yes ill give you whispers up here-bounce them around
like a helium star
slowly whisper here, bouncing, slowly whisper there.
rake what used to be my fingers....
now though they are sticks from the forest bound together to
glide through your silky hair and leave their beautiful pine scent.
come to me, and share old magic
just a baby of the woods-
lay you on a bed of branches
cold leaves, borough in your naked skin...
bring to me now your empty pallet
and fill my sorrow with your fight.
sahn.
11/23/2018
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC