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When ever you should
Hold my gaze with a look
Touch my face with a whisper
Pulse my heart with your anatomy
Do it! Do it! Damn
Just do it to me
I’ll take the hurt of your deception
Knowing it’s his bed you’ll be in tonight
But still its my heart that’s pulsing through your dreams
This blood filled chalice from which the sip of love is taken
This heart cracked
Goblet from which the wisps of truth evaporate
Where is this then really happening?
What is the real truly doing?
Why do you do this to me?
When will I stop doing you and see?
Me in you
Me to you is exquisite
in flavors exotic and wild
Erratic moments of passion
Ivy lush green opulence is the jungle of this deceit
Your body of action, in hindsight
nothing but desert
Barren and sandy, blowing dust in place of kisses
Each a million stings, each grain flung by the Sirocco of your love
Alone, tangled in the undergrowth of emotion
Warm night air caresses these limbs, not you
It’s you I feel though.
In spite of the 1000 miles between our beds
Longing for the threads
To weave this distance together
To spin me again into a web
To weave me again into your head.