Intimatecy
My cravings ... Crave for nothing more than intimacy
A sweet kiss to my collar bone electricaly compels down to my spine
To run my bathwater for appreciation of my love and company ..as I do the same
Love games ....pure with monogomy
Brush my hair behind my ears and smile as I try to reject ...the blushing of my cheeks
Let me tenure your face just kiss your cheeks love and affection .... Just you and me intimacy .... Is what I crave ...pure and with monogomy
To hold my hand in a bliss of time
To hold me
That's all of things that I entwine
To fondle and play throughout the day
Intimatecy is what I crave
just little gestures
Not asking for you to throw me a parade
Intimatecy is what I crave
Marks season
Ocean waves crashing up against my mind
Violently ,but so sensual
Tourment and destruction come ashore
Anger exerts through the winds
As time begined....begined
But I wish time would end
And not begin
To not exist
My nature has been a bliss
To be livid
To become unable
Rain gives me strength
As I hide under the table fear of light
Exceptance to the dark
Priorities wrapped up in a tarnado
Hoping marks season would start
For marks currents to carry me away
Let his rain wash over my sins
Again..... And again
Security of his weather
Even the rain won't be such a weapon to my mental
His stormy weathers ,like feathers ..so gentle
His nights take away my afraids
When the wind blow we become the essence of the air
When mark seasons starts
His weather will flourish my heart
His winds will Carry me away
I won't be afraid
For marks season to start
Life becomes art
No painting no one could ever sought
Only if mark season would start