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Something I wrote a long time ago.
I love my man beyond dreams.
He makes me so happy.
In the bedroom he makes sure to please.
So why do I crave that which I know does not want me.
He would be poison to my light.
Upon which would tear up what is right.
yet his haunted tattood soul screams..
Fuck me, heal me, and I shall make you scream.
I shall release that passion hid so tight.
That only in the darkest night shall it take flight.
Together we shall make the world burn.
And laugh as the embers scorch our skin.
for the fire comes from with in.
No it shall never be.
This passion must stay behind lock and key.
For he simply does not want all of me.
I burn to bright and will scorch his night.
but oh how I want to be .. the one to unlock his key.
And set myself free.
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