All I am aware of right now, this very moment, is that if I am to kiss you, my heart will follow suit.

It isn’t quite fair, on either of us really. Why should my heart get in the way of us kissing? We both are feeling this intense sexual attraction toward each other. We both desire beyond the physical realms that tie us to a mere glance; as your eyes trace my words, the words I choose carefully. 

Because when I am seated beside you, my soul comes alive. It breaths, entirely on its own. And I am breathing twice as hard and as much, while my pulse races, and my cheeks rouge and my fingertips ignite; Aching in wanting to touch you, and all this is beyond my control, because my soul compels me to move into you.

I won’t though. I won’t move closer to you than I am already. There are enough earthly elements separating us and I am controlling them; or possibly, you are. Since the time and space between us now, could calculate into centuries of longing and waiting.

swept Off Your Feet

When was the last time someone whisked into your life and utterly left you breathless, but feeling that finally you are breathing for the first time in a long time?

Even if that breathe of air was momentary,

And stirred your conscious and subconscious thoughts

that moved the emotions of your mind, heart, soul

like a bolt of lightning had struck you and filtered through your veins.

The veins that move the blood from one end to the next and that never stop moving because it is part of life and living,

And had thrilled you so, that you felt bemused but alive and awake

long Languished Days

Every night i forsake my heart, but by Sunrise it overflows again.
Lyrics of you infiltrate while i sleep,
Nestling fine-tuned notes on a spreadsheet to be sung by the light of Dawn.

I lay awake overwhelmed by the notion, you have crossed my lifeline.
The aching desires offers no respite.
They continue to pulsate through me as a reminder that love cannot be contained.
The pleasure of you in my mind’s eye cannot be compartmentalized.
No matter how neatly packaged you come, the hunger splits asunder.
Splattering rough colored despair throughout my day.

Long towering days filled with hours languished by blue shaded swellings.
Swellings that ebb and flow as you stampede through my veins.

Bruised and dismantled seeking relief.
Spoiled by searching with fingertips in thin air for your fingerprints,
Fingerprints to trace a glance, a whisper, a promise you once left behind.

Time has no Qualms

Time has no qualms.

She holds no hostages, nor concerns herself with the enemy.

She does not consort or negotiate,

Nor does she leap boundaries or chase mourning’s.

She is not indecisive, neither steady

She won’t spend moments pacing relentlessly, nor answer patience knocking.

Long languished evenings are not where she moods herself,

Nor in the steady worships of towering Gods.

Where mortals breath pollute the air,

Mercy is not where she comes to rest.

Time does not come when you call,

She offers no solace, nor renders respite.

She knows not how to follow suit, nor

Pardons the waste encircling her.

She has no memories of regret,

Of inherited wars that pillage and plunder.

Where refuge is offered, she is defiant.

She is not familiar with the devoted,

While the dismantled race befall her.

Bargaining with blind faith does not phase her,

Nor do Tempests thrust.

Time does not pave the path shorter

She won’t know how to tie the inevitability of a loose shoelace

On hollow grounds where most broken hearts linger.

She is blind to the wells of tears that form around her, and to

The stench of loss and longing caused by her sister.

Time will not encourage a soft breeze like that of a glance from a secret admirer, nor

Keepsake a moment of anger, hatred or resentment.

She knows nothing of the past, the present or lifetimes ahead