When my thoughts of you are faded to a wisp, back it is here you drift in.
You start to make me yearn again, make my head spin, my blood burning.
I want to sing you a song to make you see your pores and all the essence that live within.
To dance in nothing but scarves that hypnotizes you with yearning to live again.
Your clothes fall off and you lay back, my fingers come at you, you fear an attack.
Lightly caress in entirety from head to toe, I admire beauty you can’t see and will never know.
Every mark, scar, freckle and mole, they all tell stories and say who you are, stories of your soul.
To be a book to you, see my failed attempts at bravery, pains the tragedies that I lived through
My library is open, I say unto you; please won’t you let me in?
I want nothing more than to know you and let glimpse what I hide under what you see on this surface you peek at every now and then.
