It's dark
It's flowing
It's hot
It's calming
It's in between, causing friction.
It's wild
It's affectionate
It's touching
It's body to body
It's its tight
It's enclosing
It's gentle but also aggressive
It's fixated
It's unsatisfying
It's greedy but also so sweet

"Never Touched you"
Why?
Maybe things would be different?

I walked away, i let you go.
Fingers slowly slipping away from yours.
I saw you for the last time.
Never will i forget your warm embrace,
Never will you forget my attachment and passion.

Its not about anger or betrayal.
Its about you and me.
What i had for you was so beautiful.
You were so beautiful.

A breathless face.
i forget everyone, the whole world.
The only thing i know and feel at the moment is my desperation to have you all of you.
My eyes fixated.
My body motionless.
Now moving on doesn't seem so hard.

I smiled a lot today.
One day you ruin my night,
Then the next day you make my day.
Always finding reasons and ways to talk to you.
You make me feel content.
Now i know i was thinking to much into it.
All those times you wished me good night, You really meant them.
Sometimes its seems like you can't be with out me.
But i really want it from you.
Are you this attached too?

It doesn't matter where you go, but who you go with.
If He is not with me then even in paradise something would be missing.
I don't want paradise.
I want the worlds beauty.
The worlds true wealth.
Not the wealth of money and power,
But the wealth of Nature and Spirituality.
Every sweetness, every grace that has been showered down,
Fall upon me.

In the deepest corners and endless alleys i want to find the different faces of the world.
Every cities lights reflect something.
Every person, their life and living add color.
I want to experience those colors,
loose my self in the crowds of those people.
Some say this world is difficult,  dangerous, people ******* and that the sad truths are buried underneath the earths soil.
I say the world is very beautiful.
That this very soil could be a persons first steps,
Of wars fought for freedom,
Or or two lovers coming together.

It's just a matter of searching.
Every place has a story.
Every creation has an essence, an emotion.
This is what i long for.
This is what i dream of.

I can see.
I cans see us...

My gaze down,
My body slightly tilted away from you,
A small smile upon my face.
My hand on your shoulder,
My other on your arm
Your arm that's around my waist,
Telling me not to go.
Not to resist.
Not to be shy.
he wide smile on your face,
your gaze does not move away from me.
It knows what i am feeling.
I am trapped in your sweet embrace.
You enjoy this tease.  
The wind blows, the lights highlight our faces, our every line.
The moment is eternal, overwhelming.
I want to run away from it but at the same time i don't want it to ever end.

I was your lover, i was your voice.
In the garden where god had made the most beautiful flower you were found.
The ocean springs and the birds that dwelt there could you have heard them?
In the darkness amid, that was filled so brightly with moonlight did you notice my exsistance?  
That day when i cried, when i thought i had lost my dignity, you made me smile and brought me to this day.
This day where all the sorrows from the past seem like a dream,
Like a leaf that just flys past by with no significance, no purpose.

A hunger that can not be fulfilled.
An energy that can not be reduced.
No matter what is eaten,
No matter what work is done.
Even if the body is tired.
Nothing works.
How can this be dealt with.
Hoping to one day fulfill and end the aggression,
And the passion that enhances heat, energy, drive and motive.
Maybe the creator is testing, is tempting, because he is slowly being forgotten.

What is wealth?
I have nothing, no money, no time.
I have stress, i have worries.
I live in a mansion, i wear good cloths, i have an education.
I don't have him though.
I have the feelings, the emotions. But is that enough to survive in this world?
I am at peace, except for some days.
I have perspective but i have many faults, i tend to make mistakes.
Yet I know how to get lost, i know how to fight, except for some days.

Melow.    
Myself, going about my businesses  but so lost.
That's how you make me.
I owe my beauty to you.
Thinking about our intimacy makes me blush, adds color to my skin.
Listening to our songs make me smile, brightening my face.
Watching you glistens my eyes, softening my gaze.
You create an alter ego too.
Sometimes so happy, sometimes so sad.
I wait for you, i long for you.
Then suddenly ill thinking about you and melt in your remembrance,
feel content with my existence, feel close to you when you are not even present.
Never has this happened before.
Never has come such a desire, such a desperation and attachment.
I had to learn self control, i needed to keep my pride.

I need to get over you.
If only there was someone just like you.
Same face, same personality, same actions, same habits.
Me and you are impossible but yet why does my heart say otherwise.
Why do feelings and fate point in another direction?

I tried to dream a fantasy to forget you.
I tried thinking of someone better than you.
Someone who is far away,
Someone i have not even seen yet.
That person who does not even know i exist, that person i am also not sure exists.
He would be the one i fell in love with since i was born.
Don't know his face, or name but know his feeling, know his essence.

I tried, i tired and i was successful for a bit.
But what now? it's not working now.
The picture of life in my brain still has pieces of you stuck everywhere.
Its a color that never fades away, a song that never stops playing,
A face that never stops smiling.

Show me how to forget,
Show me how to erase this part in my picture.

Is Mischievous!
Has no fear in being the center of attention.
Has no doubt in himself.
Strong, with a free heart, with a sharp face.
God has revealed every aspect of him except his smile.
His smile has hidden meaning to it.
It conveys secret messages to those who understand.
His eyes always want to play.
Which are small and dark,
That yearn so much making it impossible to turn away from them.
His face is long, tempting to touch.
Then his lips.
The bottom thicker than the top that is impossible not to kiss.
The lips are plain but very calling, creating desire to fill them, color them.
His arms are strong, his chest wide,
His hands warm that can completely engulf her.
He is that man who can hide her fully,
And only reveal her to himself.
God has revealed him to many but only THAT WOMEN can have him.

IS HIDDEN.
Her face, her body.
God knows well what to hide and what to reveal.
Her skin as clear as water, as bright as the sun but as gentle as the early morning light.
As you take your hands to her face,
touching her perfect lines, running up to her cheekbones, running down along her sides to her pointy chin you notice her lips.
Lips that seem to be drawn by the perfect artist.
Naturally pink and smooth.
You look up to find her eyes.
Big and curved like an almond.
Long, think eyelashes that form an outline.
Eyes that are green  like an emerald,
which smile but at the same time dream.
Reaching her forehead you start to know her hair.
Her hair that dangles to the waist, her hair that is the softest, the blackest.
It almost seems like velvet.
Down you go to her neck thin and long
Then her waist tiny but curved.
Your hands fall into the depth of her waist,
Then out to her round hips that continue diagonally to her long legs.
Now that you have discovered her you know why she has been kept hidden.
God is all knowing,
He has made her just for you,
just for your eyes,
just for your hands.
She is hidden but not from YOU.

When ever he sees her, he finds her so so attractive,
even though she may not be the most beautiful girl.
Every time she is around him,
his heart starts beating so fast,
its takes some time to become normal again.
He can be himself around her and loves when she smiles really big,
especially if it is he who made her smile.
He loves her shy smile and how sometimes she can become so shy.  
He could look at her all day and not get bored.
He likes her gentleness and calm nature but at the same time how she is lively and energetic.
Most of all he admires how strong she is with her values but wishes she would express her feelings.
He loves how she acts like a kid sometimes,
how she is so young inside.
He loves how she is so secretive of her shampoo and how she is obsessed with soccer.
He loves her caring nature towards him.
Not to get to personal but he can't get enough of her curves.
She is very attractive to him, her height, skin color, hair every thing is perfect.
Basically he likes everything about her.

Just thinking about you, picturing your face lights a fire in me.
What if you were to actually be here, sitting next to me?
what would happen then? If you were to hold my hand,
touch my face or suddenly embrace me?
What would happen to me then?

I see something.
I know most of it
I imagine all of it.
I want it more than anything.

You try everything.
You know a little
You feel all of it
You realize it somewhat
You do it completely, unconsciously .

The water flows, the sun makes it shine.
In paradise, sweet water, wet all over.
The sweet sleep, the guitar that calls to dance.
The water becomes still.

Dive into the deep blue
Do not smile that way.
Come and just move, just dance, just be, just laugh, just cry, just dream, just want.
Go to that place, do that thing, swim that ocean, cross that line

Don't say kind words, especially when its meant.
When it comes from him it becomes the truth, at least in my eyes.
Don't love the good in me, i might believe it and then it may destroy me.
Leaving me to love only my self.
God everything that is liked becomes a reminder.
From now don't like anything else, as it may cause me to never forget you.

There she stands. Her back towards him.
He enters the room.
She feels his words and turns around.
They look into each others eyes.
He moves closer to her.
The moon light shines on their faces.
She is passionate,
Their is no word to express how she feels, or how he feels.
They both move, she twirls around.
His gaze scans her body, her every move.
She smiles, he takes her in his arms and they dance.
He forgets and smiles too.
Her eyes are full of questions as he leads her through the music.
Teasing, they are one now in that very moment.
The boundaries the restrictions have all disappeared.
Lifting her in the air then gently bringing her down,
The moment seems to end.
They part again but only to come closer.
The smiles continue.
He walks towards her but suddenly the smile disappears.
Tears fill her eyes as he touches her face.
They both know how this is going to end.
Silence hovers upon them and once again the language of the wind speaks.
She places her fingers between his.
They have to finish this dance, their last dance.
The music picks up again they feel each others happiness and sorrows.
When the music stops she backs away.
Knowing each others heart is enough.
That's all that should matter.
He takes a few steps backward, capturing the last glimpses of her.
like before she turns around, her back facing towards him.