Again the quiet of the night has stirred the magic I find with you. One again I feel u lay behind me, against me as I write this. As you read on ask yourself if it feels like you have read this before. letting my mind wonder and take notice of what ever thoughts that come I discovered my bedroom window faces west. That means I lay now facing you. I hear the wind change direction, could this cool gentle breeze be bringing you to me? Could there be a thought, a feeling, or a dream from your heart to mine dancing freely with the wind. I imagine the journey everything meant for me must take, you my love are magic. Even your dreams get the wind to submit to your will, your soul knows how to find mine, and theres no doubt that your dreams take lead of the wind in there dance to me. Your here with me, I feel your warm embrace in the cold breeze. I push whatever covers I have on away from my body and stretch out letting the dance end on my bare flesh. Just as fast as it blew into my room its gone, but u stay with me. Will you stay with me until I fall asleep? After I stop writing, and lay here listening to the rain, will you stay close and cuddle me? Please? I know you will you always do.
The rain is picking up. If it was a little warmer out this would be the perfect shower to make love in. Spread out naked on the table out back, kissing, touching, and teasing....looking at your wet shoulders as I cling to your body, tasting the rain mixed in our kisses, begging and crying out for u to be inside of me. To have me. To love me. To let that love be so strong you couldn't dream of leaving my body without leaving yourself behind.
The clock is mocking me....it gets later and later the hour in which I will wake draws near. Sleep offers no value to me at this moment. If I were to will myself to stop thinking of you (if I even could) it wouldn't seem right. So I lay here and write to you.....I write until my eyes are harder to open....I write until I drift off for a few minutes then wake in a worry hoping I didn't sleep too long and miss my chance to send this so u have it when u first check. When do you read what I write you? I know yesterday you wrote back at 8 ...... But what were u doing? Where were u in your day? Its those small details I wonder about. As I write I think about you smiling at parts, taking deep breaths at other parts breathing me in.
Here's song that's on playlist:
THRIVING IVORY - "Angels on the Moon"
Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name
And do you care, about all the little things
or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside, I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
Do you believe, in the day that you were born
Tell me do you believe
And do you know that every day's the first
Of the rest of your life
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us, to all of us
So don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon
You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying
I believe in the day you were born my love. I believe in the day I was borne for you. I believe the number of days that stand between us becoming one are rapidly becoming less in number. I believe today will be a good day, as long as we have each other and the beautiful bond of our love, we stand together ready to face what any day brings.
I love you
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