“Unspoken:
He transmits intuitions, inhibitions
Mistakes.
Embrace the human condition,
Pull of the heart strings.
He, who unlocks my soul—Unforeseen blessing,
Inspiration
Highest respects
He, who knows me best—Fooled not by armor,
Instincts reside.
I shed my pride—Elevated.
My watcher
Protection, Affection
He, whom I seek direction—Raw and pure
Depth, Connection.
Forever his canvas
He, my exception.*”
Have you ever not loved
Fiercely,
Till
You were wounded?
Dare.
Bare your scars
To heal,
And then bear my burden,
Made of this cross of lust and love
That I wear on my flesh
When we fall
from
Lust,
into
the chaos of each other,
And become reborn
in
Old Love,
Do we embrace the tragedy
Of our failed past?
Or that familiar bliss
When our flesh collides?
We’re forever chasing us…..
Sharing our solitude,
You are half-
full,
I am half-
empty,
And void of any content but lust.
In this empty dance of the flesh,
You bare your soul
And I receive your truth.
Until,
Suddenly
I loved you.
Then,
We became whole.
Lust,
Looks like her
Love,
Touches like you
Hearts,
Break like us.
Or, was it
Break like us:
Said hearts?
She touches like
Love.
And you look like
Lust?
Your love
Should have appealed to my heart,
Except it was consumed
By my lust.
So when you loved me silently,
I only returned it foolishly in flesh.
I should have been rooted in your love
Rooted in your love,
Although I concealed it with lust.
I should have swept you off your feet,
Swept you away,
In a torrent of love.
I should have loved you,
Loved you,
Without interruption and noise.
Do you not see the majesty of her walk?
The way her thighs touch with pride
And the glory of her curves?
As if her hips were the axis
On which the world revolves.
Lover, my world begins
And ends at the meeting of your thighs.
I seem to discover other worlds,
When I’m between you.
The loudness of our flesh
And hearts beating in labour,
Lust permanently delivers us.
Yes,
It is I that has climbed the ropes of your heart
And conquered your walls.
I see the veil of love in her eyes,
And the gravity of your thighs.
I’m falling
For
Her
Failing my lust,
You
Me,
Temporary.
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