This morning she woke, she was happy.
I could feel it from so far away.
Her lover whispers good morning, she smiles.
Thoughts rush in and out…
is this love?
She feels, nothing.
These are sweet lullabies,
her dreams are monstrous.
But still, she will never cry.
She will never let her pride slide.
Makes me love her more!
I hate myself for letting her go.
I hate ignoring my phone when she calls…
I know I love you because it hurts…
And your embrace will surely kill me more.
Her lover enters.
These are just fairy tales.
When lover touches she shutters.
She is wet.
I’m in a lustful Jealous rage!
I hear her moans as she bathes,
yet I’m still so far away.
I feel her in my soul, it’s a shame I let her go.
lover is aroused.
Don’t be fooled by what she is.
Love is words, adoration is action.
A passionate kiss
My heart is put together
as I look through steam stained windows.
I’m awake from the dead.
As I see them engage chest to chest.
Her eyes close.
It doesn’t take much for him to enter deep.
in hands, grip the sheets.
Lover feels pleasure as her tender leaks,
not in love.
But her lust is far more powerful than any.
And before she climaxes
turns her eyes to lock on
A mischievous grin forms across her chin.
Satisfied with the thought of such wit.
She winks and mouths HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
I am whole again