you were once my muse now my heart just aches.
longing to be.
wanting you with every breath you take.
the fast patter in my chest it wails when you are near.
yet I fear if I touch you you would just disappear.
something so big so precious I feel so small.
words cannot describe you yet my heart tells it all.
I pour out my soul my very being at least.
to be torn apart and put back together.
every stanza I bleed to write makes me complete.
yet I dream of you.
I fantasize.
I sleep alone just to know we are meant to be.
aching feeling your kiss in a soaked dream.
your touch like a fever all over me.
I taste things so soft I wished they were there.
I reach out.
I stumbled.
nothing but cold breezy thin air.
I make love to your ghost every night.
I feel the sensual touch in-between.
I wish for heaven.
thinking of something erotic obscene.
your hands bound.
my kiss heavy on your body.
I tasted something soft rather sweet.
sweeter than black berries.
it could be a peach.
my hands they starved for you.
your essence in-between.
thighs soft for days.
breasts I have to taste to believe.
yet the fantasy is real.
the love is tragedy.
but every time I think about kissing you I feel the static the overwhelming magic.
wanting so bad for you to be mine.
wishing these dreams these fantasies I could never leave behind.
you're always a dream away.
often a prayer away.
yet I daydream about you every time I feel some type of way.
your black raven long hair.
blue eyes that should be worshipped.
your porcelain pale skin soft to the touch.
I dream.
we fuck.
then I poetically conceive.
the agony.
The pain.
of knowing in my soaked erotic dreams you always leave.
©darkmocha
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