midnight speak

 

I want to grab your hand say it will be alright and…

But I am afraid of that ‘flesh to flesh’

So I’ll sit here and nod pathetically attempting to empathize

I’ll reach out with my soul knowing you need a warm body

I’ll deny us both the privilege of knowing our love can be compensation

I’ll take your decision away with mine

I still want to hold you close, fall to sleep lazily in green sheeted beds

But I won’t force what is not to be, because I know

In the end you always love and I always love you

Just not the love you crave and the type I need

So I’ll sit here and offer my words unrestrained

Never breathing my truth, delving deeper into you

Taking the decision out of your hands

And the guilty blame poured onto me

 

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:52PM 07/09/07 Mon Ashes/Nymphetamine Mix Thinking of Puppy, Loving, Missing, Caring, Desiring (Written, Lenore)

Reviews

[H. A. M.]

Beautiful is not a good enough word for this.
This left some things to the imagination that provoked the erotic meter and it was subtle.
Nice touch. I like the feeling of wanting. That sticks out to me.

"But I won't force what is not to be, because I know
In the end you always love and I always love you
Just not the love you crave and the type I need"

That is so agonizing. To want and desire but knowing it's just not possible.
Augh! I'm dying over here! Somebody get me a sedative on the rocks. STAT!
Good stuff Tenten.
This is one of your bests.