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Sitting here unclothed but covered in thoughts of you
Skin warm to the touch
Defiant acceptance of this craving manifested in the physical reaction my body has
Every time your name is whispered between my lips
So I cover them, but you escape
And I'm aware, so aware of this
Yet I sit here naked, exposing myself to you
In hopes that you'll see me, see to the core of this ends to justify a means
You are
the infinite hope in my heart that love is frayed at the seams
Waiting for two souls to pull it back together
Grab the other end

Climax

I want to write 

Not words but sounds and syllables against the nape of your neck

It’s not time to define what this is just yet

I’m scribbling bits of me in random corners of you 

Keep your eyes closed and let me rhythm away your blues

Uncovering the deepest parts of you


I want to write
Won’t you let me find the words between the sweet quivering of your thighs

Clenched fists, sheets tangled in your palms

Letters that become sweet moans of pleasure

I’m ready for you to climax into a poem you can’t forget

After-taste

Another day spent lamenting the loss of love and the birth of loneliness
Sprung up like a weed of interruption amidst the flowers in my beaten soul
Beating but cold
I'm but a fragment of the
Sentence I used to be
Can't find the middle or the end because you
Walked away with the words that made sense
And I'm stuck here in the shadows muttering half eaten memories
And gathering crumbs of a love I used to taste, breathe in and know
Now I'm starving
& refraining from acknowledging the look in your eyes
Every time you said I love you, your most painful lie