Desire

I desire to have you in every way that you were meant to be.

I desire you like a fatal attraction knowing you’re not meant for me.

Yet gravity falls,

and I appear to be falling deeper

and deeper into writing

endless pages filled

with the simple thought of you.

I crave your raw touch passionately,

inducing ecstasy to my body.

Haunting me with your small gaps for air as our lips touch once more,

and then again.

I desire to know you deeper than anybody else.

Your beauty is endless,

and on paper it can’t be portrayed.

Your soul entices me,

your voice calms me,

your essence soothes me.

Unexplainably you always leave me craving for more.

I crave the sound of forgiveness by your roaring sense of touch digging into my skin,

as in a daze the heat of our bodies combined make illustrious light in a night of darkness.

I desire to fill your heart with as many feelings as I could write

but it is impossible to think your

words would ever utter

my feelings thus far.

Theres no connection alike.

And Although I crave you intimately,

I anticipate the sight of you.

I contemplate on adoring you

every time you breathe.

I would fear losing you to the core,

and feel my skin burn from coldness when you are no longer near

because your touch can’t

keep me warm anymore.

And to think I’ve just been dreaming,

I guess it is for now

just Wishful thinking.

12.06.20