I love how you sound
Writhing beneath me
A surprise in your voice
Your legs trembling.

The muscles in your body
Are flexing and tensing
Your hips are rising
Your breath is so heavy.

I love how you sound
It's my favorite part
Usually a quiet mouse
But like this, so raw, so untamed.

I've never seen you like this
I marvel in the moment
In your rapture of ecstasy
A hum between my own thighs.

It's exciting to see you
Let loose like a trapped wind
Blowing out wildly
Like you've never been free to breeze.

It's easy to please you
Because it pleases me
Especially when you're writhing
Beneath me.

Does a blind man see nothing
Or does he see black or white
Does he see a certain color
Or does he see a lack of light?

We'll never really know what a blind man sees
He may see nothing
But what could nothing really be?

A blind man might be the only
Man to see nothing
For nothing is nothing
And that really is something
--That we can't see.

We try to define nothing
When we cannot see it
And maybe that is the only
Something a blind man can see.

We'll never know the truth
But I am sure it is something
More than black or white
Or the the lack of light
This is what he sees without his sight,
Right?

You taste like apple ginger
Especially in the rain
The smell of wet around us
A memory like a stain.

You smell like earth and spices
I breathe you into my soul
Your scent enticing
Like a magnet pull.

Your hair in my hands
Your lips on mine
I want to be in collision
With your hips in due time.

But for now the rain
Pouring down like a shower
Washing away filth
And all the painful power.

Refreshing and delicious
Of cold and drippy wet
Later in the moonlight from the window
A hotter mess, I bet.

Daydreaming of a collision
But for now a car ride
A hopefully fulfilled prediction
Only now just your hand on my thigh.

In due time, in due time
You will be mine
Sweaty but gingerly
Between my thighs.

I miss you a lot today
I think it's probably the music
Or the sun setting in my yard
That makes me think of you.

Or maybe it's that I'm writing
About you again
And allowing inspirational thoughts of you
To move my hand like you always do.

Or maybe it's that
The rain is gone
And I know we could be out
Hiking the day away.

But I'll see you soon, love
It's silly I know
That you've only been gone
One day, today.

I can't help but want
To spend my time with you
It's something that comes
With the love in my heart.

And maybe that it's a lazy day
One I could share with you
In bed, lounging
Unable to part.

Some say it's only like this
For a little while
And that it goes away
After the new feeling is all spent.

But it's only progressing
Into a hopelessly romantic love
So I don't think I'll be ever asking
Where it all went.

I don't miss you sadly
I miss you in joy
In comfort of knowing
You're on my mind  al-ways.

And I am in yours
I don't doubt it the least
With little love notes
Of your adventure days.

It makes me smile to know
I don't have to be around
For you to enjoy life
For you to grow.

And It makes me laugh to know
You don't have to be around
For me to enjoy life
For me to grow, so

Have fun out there, babe
Exploring, expanding
As I pass the time
Being inspired by your "I love you's".

I'll see you when you get back
And kiss you gingerly
Hold you real close
And tell you that "I love you, too."

I miss you a lot today
It might be the music or the sun
Or that I know I can't see you
Even if I wanted to for fun.

It's like poison to my soul
Being here
Captivated by toxic.

I cry every time
The taste of sweet nectar
Fading from my lips when I return.

Why don't they taste their own bitter hearts?
Why can't they die, like I, from the venom in their mouths?
Don't they feel the weight on their shoulders?

I hate it
I hate it so much it hurts
I hate it so much that I cry
Every time.

Caged in rage
I think I've had enough
But there's so many steps to take.

Trapped in anger
Sometimes I just wish I could run
And never come back to this place.

There's more than enough anger
To go around
But I want none of it.

The negativity is suffocating
And drowning me in what I don't feel
I've had enough. I've had enough.

Being mildly depressed
Is something that wears out the soul
I bet I could have guessed
That it would begin to take a toll
And though I cannot cry
I still feel the pain
My tears will not dry
Until they fall like rain.