Always Searching, Always Wanting... More..

This poem goes out to the one who has ever been so patient and so very kind to me in the last couple of months.. And keeping me sane even though we are both entirely insane..

I don't wanna sit here and write stories of where we've been or what we did

I wanna write about your kisses- and how every time I grazed my skin against yours my skin crawled with ice

Let me paint your head with the curve of my lips and how they shaped words in one language

Our tongues speak more volume than the veins on our hands

The violent shaking when my fingers scrape yours

Oh the sweet waves of bliss when our bodies crash against one another- yet we are both loving the storm

With every grip and tug it gets easier to stay glued together

My body craves nothing but the rough tenderness of your hands 

I can't put the thought of thou out of my head

I stare more on to my ceiling than the back of my eye lids

Day dreaming feels so much better than sleep

As I lay here and write this all I can think about is how words can't make up of how much I care

Words can't paint a picture of your smile

My voice cannot mimic the soothing sound of yours

Words cannot make up for how perfect I think you are

No poem of mine can ever describe the taste of you

Those brown button eyes that just bore into mine

I'm always wanting more out of you

I'm never going to stop wanting more...

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