- Erotic Poetry
- Wanting You
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Click hereI want you
My longing for you is
thick and sweet
honeyed desire
flowing through my veins
dripping between my legs
I want you
My need for you
allows my heart to beat and
gives the breath in my body
a reason
to ebb and flow
I want you
My desire for you
aches
like a bone deep bruise
whenever my skin is
not touching
yours
I want you
My love for you is
fire
in my eyes,
burning
and blinding
and searing
to a pinpoint and
all I can see is
you
I want you
She doesn't want you
She doesn't want you to want me
So she pretends to want you
She puts her hands on you
Stands so close
That the hairs on your arms
Might be touching
And even though
You don't encourage it
Or touch her back
You let her
And every time
A piece of my heart
Breaks
I want you
And every time
a piece of my heart
breaks away
my love for you
fills the empty space
and glues it
back together
But wanting
and loving
are delicate glues
they do not form
a bond
as strong as
your marriage
and your children
and all your
I'm sorrys
I want you
And oh dear god
It fucking hurts
- COMMENTS
I'm not sure anymore Paul. I went to see him today with a mutual friend because his wife was tired and didn't want to make the trip again and I said fuck that I'm not leaving him alone in that horrible place all day so I went. And I spent a few hours there. And although he seemed happy for the company, I wasn't getting any kind of I love you vibe. I'm beginning to think that I'm going to be friend zoned. Which sucks because I didn't need him to almost die to know that I love him to want to take care of him. Sigh.💜
Yes.
And I suspect he knew you were watching his son, which he appreciated, especially since he knew you would rather be with him. And he also knew, that he would rather you were with him instead of his wife.
Yes Paul. It's so fucking hard. Tonight she went to the hospital and asked me to stay home and take care of their son. And I said but I want to go see him and she said Just do this for me. So I did. But I miss him. 💜
Your broken heart cannot be held together with the delicate glue of wanting and loving. Especially now with his illness and surgery.
Your pain is palpable.
The dripping between your legs is sorrowful.
Your wanting, loving, and longing are insatiable.