Technically, I wanna set your soul on fire
But figuratively I would love us to melt on a canvas until we are stripped down to nothing but our blood and oils
Sensual passion that boils
Colours that drip from canvas to floor
To slither along these marble shores
Not tip toeing because our love is no secret behind these metophorical doors
The doors, we slither under
The floor, we’re slathered over
The art we make is more than love roasted and turned over
Because it was passion we desired
And your soul, I wanted to melt until our hearts caught on fire
I want to ride you.
Until you fall in love with me
Until you fall in love within me
Until you fall in love with what’s inside me
I want you to rest your hands on my hips as I straddle your mind
As I kiss your lips
As I gaze into your eye, the third one
Till I can no longer ride because as a man your supposed to hold the world on your shoulders and you told me I was yours ; So as I get higher to the clouds I just end up sprouting wings and flying higher till I mount extacy…
Does that make sense?
I want to see your soul laying next to mine
I want us to be spiritually devine
Through auras and chakras
Through our nerve endings that shock us
I want us to be in love from the inside
From the mind out
So deeply wrapped up in the plots of our own character twists that we dont even know if a protagonist in our story could be a matter
So intrigued in our pages of our own life story that the world seems like a dream we’re only experiencing to make us better
And as my insides, only get wetter
We continue to get better
Because this whole time I was riding you
Guiding you into my mind
I’m already yours but tell me if yours is a mind of mine?
Letting you go is so much more than hard.
It’s been painful, joyous, frightening and a bunch of words that wouldn’t even be synonymous to each other.
Although your physically gone, emotionally I still share some kind of attachment to you.
It’s minimal but I still care.
Enough to write this.
I still dream about you.
It’s always something weird…
Thoughts of you and us run reluctanly through my mind daily but I know you wern’t for me.
Now I know.
You definitely were not “the one”.
But you opened my eyes.
I have such a better understanding about what I need, my demands.
How a relationship should work.
Things that shouldn’t happen.
How being in love feels again.
You helped me become a better woman.
I’m so much more stronger an confident.
I thank you for that.
And I know whoever is next for you will never be me.
And whoever is next for me will never be you because we both are such unique beings.
And so were our experiences.
So, I can only hope for the best for you and hope that in time we can see each other and laugh at the past.
But for now, I shall look past you.
Farewell my love.
So it’s 4:05
& I think about my thighs
That I want you to rub
Because at these times I need pure unadulterated love
& I look at my bed seams
That I usually squeeze
When my back starts to arch
And my legs start to quease
And then your covers become a tangled mess underneath our heated beings
So then I think about your lips
My hands locked on your hips
Riding like I stole something
Or I’m chasing after kids
Tasting you like Adam and God said he forbid
Can’t help but to think about the lust that we’re amid
We’re intimate and so into it
And you would think we had a limit
Cuz the pace that we’re going is like 5,000 strokes a minute
But I’m just spitting
Times just slipping
My head’s spinning
You keep licking
And I’m just grinning
Cuz god damn baby, I’m fucking winning
Time to blow it down
But instead your going down
& I’m serving up a wave for you to crash in drown in
The two colours of our chocolate covered brown skin melt into one
& the sun, that’s barley up yet swims across the skyYour hand sits upon my thigh
My hand sits upon your head
Your fingers trickle on my leg
And your up too
Still we make love like were in Europe’s view
French kissing like were on a secret mission in Moulin Rouge
I do J’adore Vous
I do adore you
My hands they explore you
And like I said we’re on a mission
So kissing wouldn’t be off mission since were in a cabaret
I can tell we’re almost done but I can can almost feel that I’m about to cum
As you come closer
And as you cum over again
You lick your lips
I dip my hips
We cuddle in the covers full of our lovers juice
I think I can call this lovers abuse
But I’m loving the abuse because I seduce and produce
The level of love that we make that’s massaged in our nous.
I no longer think we’re compatible
Sex drive, crash, collateral damage
I mean sometimes I think I can manage
In the time, the signs
That tell me I’m losing my mind
Because you’re not really mine and possessions a bitch
That I do
Because I never see you
& you never call
Maybe I climbed too far up that wall
and put my myself on pedestal that I can’t even haul
Too high to think about falling
Because I still have to think about hauling
That pedestal down a little lower
& I’m trying not to frown
But this space and my empty memories of your face
Downloaded images I want to erase
Cuz I’m mad
But I’m sad so I think about other things
Not like I have other flings to take me out of this space
Not like I have other tings to take me out on dates
More like resistance and heavy persistence
A together-ly act of one to try and change the instance
Is what we don’t have
It’s up for grabs
But why I should I re take it
I’m somebody, a person to have
But why should I fake it
Yeah I’m somebody
But no one to you
I get it
I can’t sweat it
Regret it or fret it
So I roll up my tears, blow it down and shed it
I’ve been crying for a hour now
And I can’t tell if it’s my thoughts or the smoke that loud
I think I’m done with these thoughts
I placed them up on a cloud
So now I’m only try to think if our compatibility is allowed
Because I like attention and you like your distance
But see, you can tell you want me then refuse coexistence
So I no longer think we’re compatible
Sex drive was great but we crashed.
Necklace: Wet Seal
Belt: (taken off some other thing had)