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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1587640
the writing of want
I am have blinded myself with my own eyes.
I love someone so fucking much it scares me and
I wait, I wait.

I wait for my baby.
wait for that time together.
wait for that voice on the other end of the phone.
wait for those sweet seductive kisses from those pouty soft lips.
wait for the touch that bends my heart into a still but rapid state.

I let my emotions take my heart like reigns to a horse and it scares the fuck out of me.
I have never felt this way before in life for anyone.
I thought I new what love was but that was just a young naive heart looking, growing, trying, to learn.
Til I came across my Gale or til Gale came across me. Why.?

This unbribled emotion within me for the love of my life; has brought me to my knees.
Has made me stand
has made me fall
has made me weep like a child
has hurt my heart and it has mended my heart.

Time will make this relationship..
Only time will bring us together
only time will fucking tear us apart
when we both are right with time itself.


Throughout this time that we have had together
I have grown to hate time
I have grown to love time.
To love the time that we have together and to hate the time we have to spend apart.
not having enough time to spend together or time to talk to each other.
time to hold each other in an embrace that would make the gods blush
time to taste the lips of soft sensual, soft, passionate, raw, pure love.
The embrace after making love, the feeling of never wantiing to let go, for fear of dying every time.
The slow smothering death of time will make things better?

My hope. My dream is to be with my baby, my love, my Gale, my lover, my friend,
my heart, my soul.
One day baby. One day.
F.L.A.
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