The passionate heart of perfection and rawness,
sits within the welcoming thought of remembrance.
I wait every night for my time to be with myself.
Pondering over your beauty, thinking of nothing else.
I pray the our Lord that this relation will last.
For without you, my happiness will retreat fast.
My heart pounding, you slip your smooth fingers past my arm.
Gently with a rebound, your voice sets off this alarm.
Waking up to beauty, I find my eyes gazing into hers.
Smoothing the wrinkles from a soft cotton shirt, yours.
Against your back, my hands rest up and down your spine.
Relaxing with you, my heart at ease, as well as my mind.
Physical attraction bringing so much pleasure to us both.
But the mere thought of your compliments, rock my boat.
Not ever trying to resist your pulse of temptation,
our hearts seep, joining with the connection of contemplation.
So give me your soft warm hands. I'll keep you safe baby.
Draping my body over yours, keeping you from the cold lately.
The cold night passes as my longing for your touch grows.
The thought trashes, as we both truly know.
A night aching of sorrow and disbelief,
turning to tragedy with nothing to keep.
Now with your presence dissolving in this pool of pity,
I receive a call. Hearing your voice. So very pretty.