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Kiss me.
Again.
Again.
Whisper into my ear.
Warm breath, gentle touch.
Again.
Isn't this forbidden?
I don't know.
I don't care.
Are you mine? Am I yours?
Tonight, it’s not important.
Just kiss me.
Let our lips meet, our tongues dance.
Let this raw emotion seep
Deep into our skin.
I want you. You want me.
Simple enough.
So just kiss me.
Don’t look at the clock.
The red numbers lie.
Touch me, absorb me.
Fatigue is gone.
Take me in your arms.
Don’t let go.
Make me yours.
To kiss. To touch. To hold.
Again.
Again.
Whisper into my ear.
Warm breath, gentle touch.
Again.
Isn't this forbidden?
I don't know.
I don't care.
Are you mine? Am I yours?
Tonight, it’s not important.
Just kiss me.
Let our lips meet, our tongues dance.
Let this raw emotion seep
Deep into our skin.
I want you. You want me.
Simple enough.
So just kiss me.
Don’t look at the clock.
The red numbers lie.
Touch me, absorb me.
Fatigue is gone.
Take me in your arms.
Don’t let go.
Make me yours.
To kiss. To touch. To hold.
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Symphony of Dreams
I want to explode with you
softly
gently
nothing like an explosion;
our fire in shades of faith and fleeting touches.
I want to lay on the grass
my head on your stomach
and make a movie about us out of the moving clouds
using the sun and barely visible stars as props.
I want to make music with you
a symphony of dreams and realities we can see
but never touch.
I want to hold everything you are in the palm
of my hand
so I can feel your heart's desires seep into my skin.
I want your all
your anything
your pain and your joy.
I want to help you realize
that you're not alone.
I don't want to miss you anymore, love.
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Just A Dream
12/08/08
I don't want to live the life of a soap opera,
But I am.
I would gladly trade it all for that first love I had,
If only it's more probable than a dream.
Just so I could put my chin on your shoulder while you read,
To kiss the bottom of your neck before you sigh.
Just so I could bury my nose into your hair,
The way you bury yourself into my chest.
Just to whisper my thoughts in your ears,
As if it's not only just a dream.
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Between dreams
I'm listening to ice melt. It's funny sometimes, the things you notice when you're alone. The things you hear in the silence. The things we see in the dark. So I listen to the sound of the ice. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Cracking, dripping, wasting away. Am I fighting my sanity? Am a living in a dream? Nothing seems real anymore. In this silence. The ice is still ice but I don't feel like myself. I'm flying maybe, maybe hovering. I see myself in the puddle below. Soft touched and looking back at myself. A looking glass of water. Am I Alice? I run my fingers over the puddle and suddenly I'm a Picasso, a masterpiece. A work
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Perhaps when the fog clears, I can explain.
Don't judge, this was written through raw emotion and thus raw style and words. I needed it out in order to hope to find sleep tonight.
Don't judge, this was written through raw emotion and thus raw style and words. I needed it out in order to hope to find sleep tonight.
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