Joint Appetence

I'm hungry. Restraint is not a quality i used to have. Now it's abundant. I'm finding it harder each day to imagine what my last tasted like. And the ones before that seem to have never existed. The hunter, the killer, the lover, the man. Watching the way the seams of their jeans, hug an ass covered in seamless dreams. Curious my eyes. Growling my stomach. Wandering my eyes. I feel an urge to settle my appetite once more.

Daunting Aspirations

Daunting. The emotion. My heart.
Breaking. These thoughts. My fault.
Haunting. Your eyes. Your smile.

Taking time to learn your every inch. Wasted my time wanting after you. Say what you want to say. But you say nothing, nothing at all. Feel what you want to feel. But you feel nothing, nothing at all.

Faking. Is this a game for you.
Hating. Most of the things you do.
Leaving, I've given up, on giving you my heart.

This is shattered. Sharp edges caressing my lungs. I can not breath with this pressure on my shoulders. I'm letting go. I've given up on wanting after you. And just for you. I'll hope you'll understand, that i resent you. But i forgive you. For taking what you wanted, and leaving me here stranded. With this shattered heart, daunting aspirations.

Amour Conceal

Look in your eyes, i can see how you feel.
Listen to your heart beat, i know this is real.
Your body tells me my heart will be healed.
But your words have something to conceal.

Give you my whole heart, its not what you sought.
I need reciprocation more than i thought.
Fickle in your mind, impossible to read.
Don't give me your body if desire isn't there.

Opiated Lust

You put words into my head. Speaking romantic literature telepathically. I can read your eyes and know your hearts thoughts. Rhythmically pulsating, hypnotic heart beats, as our bodies mesh and sweat in an orchestrated scene of lust. Lingering touch, lingerie smut. And your lips hold onto mine for dear life. Every inch of me needs every inch of you.

Antipathy

Im afraid of strenght, and power, not because i am afraid to get hurt, but rather afraid of the damage i would cause in my raging path of destruction against any hurdle that may stand before my feet, as i make path towards a conquest for happiness that i can not yet define.

Passenger

"Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry if for you always. I'll keep it with mine."
-Dexter Morgan