Saturday, July 7, 2012

POETRY: MY BODY ACHES

My body aches to link with yours again
to sense your wounded soul undress
peel away layers of tension and stress

when you hold me
even scold me
I cannot resist you
I just have to kiss you
and dissolve into those thermal pools
of honesty
you know as eyes



PART 2


I awake in the middle of the night,
Out of my dreams and into reality,
You were there, but also here.
I lie here in bed and stare up at the ceiling,
Your image is burned in my mind,
You are gone, but I still feel you near.
I long for your touch and your gentle caress,
And to just hold you and watch you as you sleep,
I can’t wait to see you again.
Just a few hours ago, we were one,
You and I together, like lovers often are,
Your sent still lingers on my skin.
I run my tongue across my lips, I can still taste you,
Feelings rush through me and I am overcome,
It’s amazing what your kiss can do to my heart.
I suddenly realize how much I miss you,
And how much my heart yearns to be yours,
Even though right now we are apart.
I slowly start to drift off to sleep,
You are my dreams and my reality,
You are my everything.





PART 3

Stirring up my emotions
It lingers in my mind
Rememberance of the moments
all the answers to find

In the depths of my soul
A feeling immensly true
A powerful force which weakens my barriers-
The love i portray for you

I reveal all of the truths
confessing the secrets of me
letting the pain be at ease
with you i am free

You are my other half
fully completing my heart
We are eternally bound together
though at times must be apart

My body and soul yearn for you
I am overcome by fate
I've made the realization
You are my one soul mate

It has stirred up my emotions
Nothing left to do
The words linger on my lips
I am in love with you

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