
You are macho.
That I agree.
You speak all adventures.
I’ve seen nothing of value.
I don't write. I create.
You are macho.
That I agree.
You speak all adventures.
I’ve seen nothing of value.
Plans.
Agreed times.
Made love.
Made life.
Made new memories.
Made happiness.
Made me smile.
Made you smile.
Made for one another?
Maybe.
I’ve never met a man like you before.
You challenge me.
I’m excited.
I’m gushing through my white lace panties.
Currently, I’m dating an amazing man.
We have great sex and commitment.
He’s consistent.
Shout out to our future darling.
Everything is rosy.
I crave moments with you each day.
I’m looking at it.
What I want?
I want you to sweeten my days.
I miss what we once shared and had wished profusely that it never went away.
Our visit to that café was an experience I must say.
One that warms my soul on a cold summer’s day.
Over time I’ve wanted to reach out and say, ‘hey!’ But situations occurred and life swept me away.
What I want?
Is to kiss you, forever and forevermore.
I often dream you’ll arrive after midnight, with 3 taps lightly on my door.
Frequencies wrapped me up and tore away unfaithful thoughts. My mind calls them back and my heart always applauds.
I sometimes feel like a fraudulent existing life form, because if I’m honest and if our universe permits, I would freeze us in the eye of a love-storm…What I want?
What I want? Is to never miss you, because you’ll be here within my reach.
I want to hear your voice up close; I miss those long nights – just you and I.
Each second spent with you was both a curse and a blessing. And if I’m honest with all involved, I’ve understood a painful lesson.
What I want?
I want to feel your arms hold me tight, I want to kiss you goodnight and I want to hear you whisper, ‘everything’s going to be alright!’
I never imagined we’ll fall out and have silent fights. Ones where I feel, and I type and I write what’s black and what’s white. Feelings bite through my wrists like I might stop and…
What I want? Is to understand you. I don’t know you. I’ve never met you.
I want to like you.
I want to write with you.
I want to stand height to height with you.
I want to cite life with you.
I want to make delights with you.
I want to spend the night with you.
Who are you exactly? Where on earth did, we meet? How did you find me again? Why did you return?
What I want?
I want to set the world on fire and soar through the night sky.
I want to return to our universe, to be that sapphire blue star and die.
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