… locked
Where you are mine
Ripe for exploration
Over and over again.
Locked inside my imagination
Without limits
Or restrictions.
I savor you
Every which way.
Where you are mine
Ripe for exploration
Over and over again.
Hands gripping hips,
And lips traversing thighs.
Constellations painted across skin
Adventurers lost in delicious sin.
The air bathed in growled moans
Mingled with gasping sighs.
I’ll see you again my love,
At each and every moonrise.
… the
… It occurs to me only now
That I needn’t wait…
The love I’ve searched for
Spent countless days
Wishing away
It occurs to me only now
That I needn’t wait
For only I can love myself like that
And I suddenly felt ashamed
Of all the years spent wasted
Missing out on that love
Wandering aimlessly
When all along
I could have been pouring
It into myself
… those
…the soul crushing emptiness
Would rewind fix anything?
Those of us who feel deeply
Death of hope blazes across the mind
Searing moments in memories,
Locking those away behind a wall
To pull out and dust off periodically.
Each tear shed holds words unsaid
Is there anything worse?
The absence, the soul crushing emptiness
Would rewind fix anything?
Time doesn’t go backwards
Always trudging endlessly forward
So the words I cannot say to you
Pour down my cheeks in paragraphs.