Your sensual, steaming, sweated kiss. Your soft, seductive fuck of a tongue. Your eyes penetrate the soul I hide behind, burning through the layers of heartbreak and mystery, reaching at last, my scarred, scorched lips. For all but a kiss I would die for. I would die a thousand deaths, ten fold, a thousand times to prevent the falter of your esteemed stride towards my open, ever-welcoming arms.
Why do you shrink from my love so freely? Why do you fear my touch and the soft whisper of gentley carved sweet nothings into you fragile ears? Why does you breathe falter as it meets mine, preferring not to entwine your scent with my all encompassing fragrance of lust?
Why do you refuse to have me, but stuff me roughly into your dustbunny filled pockets, in the hope that someday, somehow, I might eventually be enough to have earnt your sweet lover's kiss?
Why do you shrink from my love so freely? Why do you fear my touch and the soft whisper of gentley carved sweet nothings into you fragile ears? Why does you breathe falter as it meets mine, preferring not to entwine your scent with my all encompassing fragrance of lust?
Why do you refuse to have me, but stuff me roughly into your dustbunny filled pockets, in the hope that someday, somehow, I might eventually be enough to have earnt your sweet lover's kiss?
