Need in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

  • March 3, 2020, 5:22 a.m.
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I think of you every night.

Your body.

Your kiss.

Your softness.

Your grit.

For years I’ve spent my free time imagining you. So many moments. Thinking of you. With me. Wild and without restraint. Without distance. Undressed and spent. When it comes to you the reality is that truly no time is in fact free, as I remain a prisoner to you.

I am a man devoted to you and you alone.

And you don’t even know it.

Every curve of your supple body, the smell of your gossamer hair, and what you look like when you fall asleep dominates my thoughts. Dominates my nights. The idea of you asleep keeps me awake.

You are the sweetest of plagues that way.

I want you in all of the ways I’m most terrified by, and in measures I’m fully committed to fear. You see you are not often. You are not plain. Everyone is very much everyday. The world overly replete with common folks doing common acts while saying common things.

And yet, when I speak with you, you say the same words and perform the same tasks and I am a man without compass, lost in the desert of your wake. You are so flawed and so mortal and so very much of the notion that you are ordinary.

And I am aware that such a concept with you is not possible. Because you are not possible.

You are not possible to be held or kept.

Though I want nothing more than to hang from your lips, wrap my arms around your waist from behind, nuzzle your neck as I rub myself against your ass.

I dream of my fingernails across your naked abdomen. Lifting your shirt and exploring your chest. Grinding myself against you from behind as I groan, my eyes closed as I finally breathe in your waves of hair. Intoxicated by every part of you, flooded by desire and want, urges I have not felt for someone so intense in so long. Because no one else exists but you.

There are people and faces. There are women and places. Yet they are all merely noise.

I only have eyes for you.

There is love, there is desire, and then there is need.

I have loved before.

Desired plenty.

I need to touch you and taste you.

Hold you down and embrace you.

I need to fuck you until you cum for me.

I need to be inside of you and finish.

I need to fall asleep with your arms around me.

And I need to wake to your face.

I need to know what it is to share the same air as you.

Because I think I know I love and desire you, and there is no greater need than that.

No one else has been above you since I have known you.

And I know you don’t even know it.

And in some ways me.

I hate that.

I work everyday to change that.

I would give the world for a chance to make yours mine.

You are worth everything.

March 2, 2020

Last updated March 03, 2020

Barbara Bad March 03, 2020

This is very beautiful ❤️

LoveSuicide Barbara Bad ⋅ March 03, 2020

I am honored you think so. I wasn't sure what to make of it. You're very kind.

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