If you could see inside my mind you might blush. You might find me scandalous and uncouth. You could find me alluring and devilishly fun. But there’s a part of me that I keep hidden, deep down inside of me. A part that longs for the soft purr of your breath as you sleep beside me. Holding back the yearning for how you snuggle in closer as I wrap my arm around you. Imagining how your skin would feel against my lips as I gently press them to your cheek and whisper “Good Morning”. Wanting to watch as your lips curl into that dazzling smile. A part of me that will admit to wanting more, admitting to deserving your love. A part that wishes it could tell you how I felt!
I am filled with passion, and it’s because of her. The lady who captivates my thoughts. Sends me reeling with a simple smile. Those dazzling eyes make me melt and I find myself useless. All thought abandoned as my heart races. If only she knew the passion I held, hidden inside for her.
I would love to hold her. To cradle her sleeping body in my arms as she wraps herself around me. Her soft breath on my cheek as she pulls me closer amidst her sleeping dreams. Tighter, tighter still, safe and warm in my embrace!
When words don’t cut it, in fact, you can’t speak. The eroticism of the moment overtakes your being and all that is left are touches, grasping hands and a loud beating heart. Your mouth falls open as you aim kisses at your lovers’ lips. Your hands feverish in their exploration of her body as your moans burble from your mouth and your hips roll in time with hers…
My arms are yours, all you need do is ask. I make no demands on you, simply find shelter in my embrace!
Can I? Can I just have you for silly Saturday afternoons? Can I have you in my arms to laugh and joke with? Can I tell you my entire day in a single stare? Can I watch you as you nuzzle into me? Can I hold you tight and never let you go?
I have an image of me in my mind, the calm, quiet me. The me who you see in the early morning hush of sleepiness and drowsy eyelids. I’m standing there smiling, staring at nothing in particular, simply staring, and smiling. You see there’s a comfort wrapped around me in that imaginary place, the comfort of her. The simplest thought of her, the smell of her hair and the beat of her heart against my chest makes me smile, even though I’ve never held her, or smelt her hair. She still makes me smile. One day that smile will be on my face, but not in that imaginary world, oh no, that smile will be staring back at me from my own mirror.
Loneliness doesn’t hurt the heart. Your heart can find comfort with things that don’t need to be there. Your heart can travel oceans, climb mountains and plunge the deepest seas. Your body however, that’s a different story. Your muscles ache with the echo of a lovers touch long since gone. Your hands become restless with no one to hold. Your lips become cold and your senses dull. That is the hardest part…