You make me feel,
I never agreed to this
part of you
living inside me now.
My permanent reminder
you’re right beside me
we’re virtually hand holding.
I have to ask permission now
if I can have a free hand
to write this down.
My skin crawls
with this drug curse
I have permanently
inside me.
It feels good
to be alongside you.
The storm you’ve created
threatens my mind
keeping me stranded
if I don’t
release the words
that now overflow
I keep the streets soaked.
I didn’t mind,
all our late nights
it’s near 4am
and I promised
I’d have this published
before you wake.
You my love,
plague me now
I’m constantly searching
for the perfect girtl.
The jealous sun
honestly, doesn’t mind
when you lay there
giving your delicate shoulders
this beautiful glow.
You’re honest though,
I love to play too,
with the bad and naughty girl
offering veins
injecting her perfume.
Honestly,
I prefer to hear your voice
there’s nothing quite like,
your forbidden words.
The ones so heavily whispered,
just loud enough
that catches the attention
of all the others
wondering what it is
you’re so focused
on saying.
Curled and cupped up,
there on tiptoes,
your hand blocks the others
from truly seeing
what’s really going on
the aching questions
you keepasking
if I want your love.
My only answer,
can only be.
Of course I do.
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