I pray I’m enough
When nice booties and perky tits
dance across your social media timeline
In an effort to entice you with a fun time
I’m pray my adoration is enough
When your hairline recedes back in time
And your gut tries to cut the line
I pray my listening ear is enough
When the world tries to beat you down
And your friends are nowhere to be found.
I pray I’m enough.
I want a love like no other
A love that makes my
entire being burn with
extreme pleasure and gorgeous joy
I want a love so deep
I can drown in it
A love that makes me…
Quiver in the peek of heat
A love that makes my
heart sing sweet sweet
melodies constantly
I want a love that loves me
strongly, sweetly, constantly
always and forever
Does it exist?
You drew me in instantaneously
and captured my attention with words,
intellectual words, intriguing words, sweet words.
It wasn’t long before I found myself falling for…
You telling me how beautiful I was
How amazing you found my body to be
How much you thought of me daily.
I began falling for…
Your good morning texts, our afternoon chats,
your sweet goodnight phone calls.
I began falling for…
Your plans for a future with me
Your plans to “make me your lady”
Your plans for an intense love until we die,
“physically, mentally and spiritually”.
You asked that I be vulnerable
and ready to fall in love, no guards
So I began falling for…
Your words.
Words that held no meaning.
Words that preceded no actions.
Words that still gave me butterflies
Words that had me falling for a fable.
I just want to kiss you…
Trace my tongue across your lips
Rest the tip of my nose upon yours
Scale my fingers across your back.
I just want to kiss you…
Wrap my legs around your waist
Hear your breaths become shallow
Feel your heart beat faster.
I just want to kiss you..
While your hands sail across
the small of my back
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In constant search of the perfect him.
Settling momentarily until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
So you settle temporarily once more.
All the while, basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts is isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
So you move on, to the other side of him
The side of him that exudes the other half of
Your unrealistic depiction of the perfect him.
Once again basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
This image, depiction, dream, ideal…
Blinds you when you find what could be him.
The him that possesses what the past him didn’t
And what the present him does.
But your blinded perception of the perfect him hinders you
Causing you to search once more…
Again, you turn the pages, onto the next chapter.
All the while, basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him, complete you.
If only you knew you are already whole without him.