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The Science of Affection


What do I care if we never see eye to eye again?
Obviously I care enough that I had to come find you and show you how much I need you.
What I think of you is much broader than I’ve let on, and that was my mistake.
There should be no question of who’s got your back; I will be there, as close as you need me to be.
You’re broken, let me make you feel better.
You see my affection collected in the little things that I’ve done.
Give way to the things that are bigger than we’ll ever hope to be.

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The Young Love Property


Our love is too young to know what a conscience is.
We want what we want, everything else is but an afterthought.
We are blind at times because we choose to be.
I don’t want to see the things you do when I’m not around because I do not own you, you are still your own person.
You always get what you asked for, I asked to be broken and I’m beginning to crack with no one to confide in now.
We crawl so we can learn to walk again, its a sick cycle.

For what its worth I’m not even mad.
We should not be defined by our intentions but by our actions.
You told me what I didn’t ask to know, so I told you what you didn’t expect to hear.
It is what it is, now we just have to decide where we go from here.
No pressure, no loss.

Beneath the layers of black I’m burning red, with passion, with anger, and with a light that still remains unseen.
Was it by choice or circumstance that we ended up this way?
Save your strength, let me know when you’ve come to your senses.
Why does it always seem that somebody falls in love with you when you’re ready to give your heart away?

Give me a break, give me a reason to believe in.
You can save me from myself, but there is something that I must confess tonight, and that is that I expect nothing from you.
Alone I have nothing, but with you what do I have to hold?
Some wrinkles can’t be ironed away, in the same vein that some stains can’t be removed, but let’s not worry about those things.
I won’t speak of day old hate.

I’d like to think that I’m the only one with access to the high rises of you mind, all the way down past the ground level to the basement where your passion resides.
I want to get you so excited that you jump up and down without worry because you’re fully supported.
I just want to believe that I mean something to you.
All I want is you, although the pain it costs has me at a loss.
You’re the reason I’m waiting.
I’m waiting for a reason and you’re the only hindrance that I know.
I’ve got nothing else and I wouldn’t change a thing.
My heart beats bolder, not colder because of you.

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Who’s Counting


I don’t know where you came from, but I know where you should be.
Its not a question of where you’ve been, but of whether you’d like to kick it with me?
You weren’t on my radar for months at a time, but now that I’ve picked you up, I want you all the time.
When we’re together our hands move around like the long and short hands on a clock, from the top to the bottom and back around again.
No matter when or how we start it off, we always end up wanting more time together to make up for the minutes we’ve spent apart.

What is up with this friction between us?
Every time we get close we create heat like a sunny day on Miami Beach.
Its all about those early mornings and late nights when we get together and even with no sleep, we both have never felt better.
I don’t know what you’re on, but I’m running on nothing but your touch and constant teasing, so let me continue to run on ‘E’.
I don’t plan on asking where you’re going because I know that you’ll end up with me.
I can’t replace the space that you fill so effortlessly.

So tell me who’s counting the steps it took:
To get here & to stay near.
To feel you inside me even when you’re not near.
To catch your scent in the air & wander around aimlessly, intoxicated by your presence.
It’s all about you these days, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It is all about you today and everyday afterwards, if I have my way.
Tell me how can I count anything that you do when you’re so priceless.

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Spark


With nowhere to go, we have no reason to hold back any inklings of desire.
Here we are months later making something out of nothing as our passions overflow.
You escape but never elude me as your name slips off the tip of my tongue while I reach around your waistline and pull you into me.
There’s no denying the way you look at me, oh my look at those eyes.

Laugh it off, take it off, but I still can’t shake it off – I want you alone.
Lock the doors, dim the lights, light a flame and watch as our thoughts spill into our every move.
I want to set you on fire, but only if I can wake up next to you.
Follow me as I follow through on everything we said we’d do.
It’s time to do something worth remembering.

Push away the building storms in our heads, leave it all behind while we strip away anything that we’ve been holding onto.
Here we’re free to be whatever we want, so let’s get together like newlyweds with that flicker of passion burning bright in their eyes.

Let’s do something we won’t soon forget.
With each touch a flame sparks anew with the intent of spreading to every inch of our bodies.
Your body will burn brighter tonight, who knows what we’ll find in the morning.
Just look at who’s right by your side.
This experience was something worth holding on for.
Just look at what we’ve made.

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Learning French Again (Speaking In Tongues)


Once you gave me the green light, I couldn’t help but to push myself onto you
Not enough to crush you, but just enough to feel the weight of your crush
Upon first contact I knew that you wanted more,
and I didn’t want to hear from word of mouth what I could experience for myself

Its funny how the seconds turned to minutes
Dancing in our heads, that slow building rush created a head-trip situation
that I couldn’t quite shake
So I closed my eyes, but not my heart as I fell into you and your embrace
You’re welcome to come and go as you please, but I hope that you’ll stay for a while
Take your time, don’t lose your head unless that’s what you’re into

You might be the first
I might be the last
Although this was our first outing, I just had to show you how I felt
I’ll leave it up to you to take me in as you see fit
You know that I won’t say no to you
If the opportunity came I would, I could taste your passion all night
Am I being too forward?
I guess next time I won’t stop

Nothing could come between us while we embraced things that were ideas only moments ago
You want it all and I want it too
So we skipped a few steps as we got caught up in this back and forth call and response lip service
Swimming in our heads passion flows from you to me and back again
So tell me what you like
You don’t know what you’re in for as your lips meet mine
Maybe that was the point of this exercise

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