III.

Every peice you write.

Yes, all of you.

Every single peice.

Breathes into me.

Forcing me open and somehow

exposing my sin…

My frailty.

You animate me,

drive me.

You’re in control

and it hurts to be lead by you.

Throbbing cramps within my stomach,

A baby you have made…

I love it.

I love you.

Silently I lament,

for in the future, you will leave.

II.

We touch and we smile.

Letting our secrets out.

Your words caress me,

in all the right ways.

This intimate portrait is so sensual without being sexual.

I want you and you seem to want me.

But these are only words…

Only words we read.

I.

This is where it starts.

Captivate in your light.

All the humor you can bring.

Weaving through your tales of wonder

and all the happiness you dream.

So pleasing and playful,

every time, it makes me grin.

Somehow we make it past the pleasantries.

Loyalty sets in.

We visit regularly.

No matter what is said, our bridge becomes stronger.

Crossing it and closing in…

Our intimacy begins,

while weaving in and our of our realities.