Slaughtered

There are no words to describe

what I feel inside

the things you do to me

it happens every time

Seeing a picture of you

it's the perfect disguise

to hide that it's you I like

you know

what's on the inside

No one would ever believe

and a man this does not make

for who would see someone 

as they are

and not just a piece of meat

long wished for 

only to be licked, wetted, and eaten

He's not a man

he's already been knighted

but they forget I don't give a shh-

labels don't hide it

they don't even come close

nothing will take away 

what you mean to me

and how I long to capture 

your essence

your very soul

What I want sings like you

sweetly in my ear

what a pleasure it is

what packages you

it makes it all complete

as now I long for words

and even what has been said

is an insult to what you mean

You are everything

you need to be

but it seems you don't know

so easily distracted by things

put on for show

I long to be better

to capture it still

all that you are

and what you make me inside

Not nervous

I am brave

for it needs to be said

Though already taken

your presence 

must be embraced

with the awe 

of which it's deserving

It's no time to be bashful

it's a stranger's words

they mean nothing

but as has been said

one thing is certain

you are that thing dreamed about

through lonely nights

and summers still

Perhaps at 60

then you will see

what I've said all along

and that you're perfect still

Nothing can ever change

what you are to me

it can never be made waste

it's why I fight

it's why I will

do everything to make you 

even stronger within

You can't let them change

what is already divine

I can't be allowed again

to go out of my mind

If only you could understand

just what it means

you would see 

what I've wanted you to be

and exactly what I see