I’d love to steal the first kiss from your lips
while the sun is still busy yawning in the horizon.
I’d love to be the one to pour you your coffee
even when I haven’t drank a sip from mine.
I’d love to be the one to see you off to work,
sending you kisses by the door.
I’d love to welcome you home with the tightest embrace,
and serve you the best dinner to satisfy your hunger.
I’d love to cuddle next to you while we watch TV
and who knows where this might lead if you’ve been good to me?
I’d love to leave you the sweetest kiss before you sleep,
and whisper to your ear that I’ll see you in my dreams.
Show me the way to your heart, guide me with your hands,
let me open the door to your soul, i promise i’ll be gentle with you.
You are a mystery that mystifies me, a puzzle I want to solve.
If you’ll but open yourself to me, I’ll do my best to figure you out.
You carry scars like the rest of us, but yours I’ll try to heal,
with loving hands to banish pain, and soothe your wounds with kisses sweet.
I’ll let you rest your weary head, close your eyes I’ll keep you safe.
In the circle of my arms, I’ll let you sleep,
so when you wake up, I’ll be the first one you’ll see.
Even if your world is falling, I’ll be here and I’ll hold on,
you’re not alone, never at all, for I’ll be here for you.
Fingers painting different paths to wonderland, on smooth roads hold sacred by lips pressing kisses to blushing flesh that burns bright as day, with every reverent kiss placed on thirsting land for that fiery touch only your fingertips can bring. Exploring hands that leave invisible marks, binding and branding both this heart and soul, sealed with passion and desire combined, until we reach the highest peak of our love divine.
waiting by the window,
eyes searching the crowd.
heart beating loudly,
goosebumps breaking on skin.
throat already parched.
a familiar face approaches.
running to the door,
wrapping arms on neck.
raining kisses on missed lips,
what took you so long?
checkmate you called out
as you boxed me in a corner
unable to move
seeing the fire in your eyes
and the smile on your lips
that melt my heart and
weakened my knees.
such a fancy game we play
when all i wanted was to be caught
by you in a corner
where we can steal kisses
from one another.
There’s a hundred reasons why I should run away from
yet you are like a magnet pulling me back into your
This feeling of being intoxicated from your kisses,
causing swirling eddies of fire and ice in my belly,
is an eternal addiction I can’t break free from.
You’ve wrapped my heart in multitudes of strings,
with every beat of my heart they tighten so easily.
A slow burning ache starts to spread across my heart,
leaving stains of blood and lines of scars.
Should I undo the strings you’ve attached to my heart,
when we are now miles apart?
Will you still tug at them when you need and miss me
Calling me to your side to hold your hands in the dark?
There’s a hundred reasons why I should run away,
but there’s a thousand more reasons why I can’t.
I will stay bound to your arms even when all hell
for the strings you’ve bound me with is the lifeline I
am clinging to.
My heart has been wounded by a love that went
yet you came and patched it good with some
band-aids and a few quick kisses.
I thought I wouldn’t get over the pain,
yet you showed me how flawed this thinking was.
Everybody gets hurt and they die a little bit,
when the love they nurture withered inside.
But it’s nothing that can’t be fixed by a willing heart
and hands that know how to heal.
My heart is slowly mending, your band-aids did the
yet I will keep them for the meantime,
to remind me that wounds can heal if only I let
someone come closer and care for them.
And perhaps in the process find something more
than healing hands like love unsuspecting.