You do it for me. I use your lovely light every nght. You do it for me. The smile I melt my dreams into with my intoxicated eyes mesmerized while your incisors call to my neck, and I lean towards your bite, not caring if it hurts.
I long for your tongue on me, for a your sweet, sweet love to finally take a taste, my perpetual desire to burn within your fire…innate.
(Where were you in 1986? I was ten, and of course, in love with my best friend. I’m pretty cheesy when I love;)
Luminosity, it’s present, a presence; Security, it’s safety, a support beam, you are to me.
Adorned, I adore.
(I’ve missed talking to you. The daily darkness delivered the event the that will change everything in my life, and ever since, I wonder how I will find light watching someone battle death?
I see fortune in my distraction into you as my propensity, with my utterly inappropriate attraction to your luminosity.
If only I could write your story, a book about inspiration in a world filled with depression.
Every sunset I ponder your creative process, wishing upon the stars behind the clouds that I could take the magic school bus into your brain…
I wish to watch the flash-dance of lightning ideas, the brightening neurotransmitters, actively changing the future with the motivation of growth.
If you knew how much it would mean to embrace you, my dream…OH! Such a dangerous thing!
I sware you wouldn’t be able to help but fall in love with me;)
Dark cask, the blood-red wine of my muse, cradle my conscience so I can forget the fears holding me captive.
I drink in your liquid, holding you to linger in my mouth, instant addiction to your intoxication at first flavor on my lips.
I swallow you whole in my dreams! Oh me! Oh my! I love the feel of you slipping down my throat!
Come sleep with me, and I’ll show you how much of you I’d drink!
I’d give you a hole lota opportunity to fill me full!
Oh, how I crave My Merlot! I know you hold what I need, so invade me deep and take over my reality!
There’s a look.
If I were weird, I’d screenshot them all, lighten up my dark even more.
There’s a spark.
In your eye, a reflection of knowing, as if omniscient, a glint in your grin that says, “I know what’s coming, don’t you worry.”
What I’d say…
If I Could…
Do you have a happy place you can close your eyes and go to after a long day, into a longer night?
I’m sure you do.
But, my wish upon a shooting star is you use me like a stress ball if your night is hard.
Imagine my hands on you while I’m snug in your arms.
Like a shooting star, you grant wishes by being who you are. I struggle to believe in a far-off future in which my fingers could play your keys, but you make it possible for me to experience the delectable taste of a magical dream.
What you just released, touches me…
Each time
arrests my heart
for a moment
as I catch my breath,
leaving me
glow-smiling,
belly bubbles bursting,
urging love-chuckles
to jiggle the soul
out from feeling old.
As is my wont, when I can’t sing what I really want to convey, I use someone else’s voice to carry my ideas away:
(I adore this version;)
Can a tongue need?
A slip of my tongue this way, a suck-slide that way, then the lip bite teeth-rest that I get as I picture your head, your lips blowing music through a tube, your tongue shaking with your sexy hoooowl to the moon! I sware my tongue needs to collide with you.
I’ve imagined us. I examine your lips move silent at night beneath my covers, breath hot, my eyes shining at you, and sometimes, if I stay to long, if to hear your voice, I turn the sound up over snoring, I find my tongue licking salty drops from off my thick lips, needing to touch your lips 💋
As if set to chant-speed, the visions of you beat in my brain:
Steady flashes of your smile beat with each breath, a pounding heart beneath my breast applauding the splendor that radiates through me when I see you, whether you look at me through a screen, behind a mirrored mask, or bathed in dreamy-blue, I always adore you, as if our love were true, a reality I can hold…
someday…
and off I go!
A dream away through my days.
I grew wings
upon my sighs
and soared
into the night,
riding high
as a unicorn,
hidden inside
a cacophony
of buzzy bugs,
camouflaging
my voice
whilest I flew
to lay embraced,
us –side-by-side–
your hand in mine.
(It’s very challenging to keep myself from trying to talk to you. The longer I hold out, the deeper the yearn, the harder it gets to breathe…waiting to feel you see me…oh, such a dream.
Ridiculous, right? You and me.
Good golly, I’m so fucking good at creating the ultimate romantic fantasy, in which my muse finds my love and fell for me.
Ya know though, love is as strange as the sea, full of weird possibilities;)
Trying to be still, two wicks lit, one dancing shadow illuminates the lamp that shades my journal, trying to be still, too afraid the darkness encroaches upon me, but I’m saved by your reflection engaging in imaginative play, slaying my pain from the day, and I watch you move in my memory.
Trying to be still, I wait until my vision comes…
Dreams with you get me through. All I want is my late night peek, ohhh, just a bit to satisfy this addict? I promise I’ll be quiet, and then, I’ll be able to fall asleep, thinking about some kind of wonderful…
I’m in love with your piano cam! You are such a beautiful man. Sad I couldn’t see your shows, finally I feel as if I got a sneak peek out from a wizard’s sleeve! Oh, how you make me so happy!
You never cease to uplift me with a lovely, overwhelming joy…
Hearing your voice, watching you sing, seeing you dance, those are my favorite toys.
