Days depart and you search for me still,
Wondering praying for better ones till,
Till we're together not farther away, I'm praying to God that they days fade away,
2 years fade until I am back in your arms,
Slowly but surely, you are holding on,
Praying and wondering, calling my name, you say that you hate me, but love me the same,
Never let go, that's your body that's talking, holding me close as the night begins falling,
Letting me go is the hardest you've done, and now in the end you search for the sun,
Search for the warmth that replaces my feel, but the feel that you feel is something you can't repeal,
Can't be undone like the spit on your tongue, it's attached to your body, won't ever stop now.
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For some moments you look to me, oh that look in your eyes,
Enticing, seductive, I'm drowning in lies,
Lies that I tell myself,
"No it's not true." I can't see myself being with an angel like you,
Angrily, you grab me, rebuke all the words, intending to ensure that none are now heard,
Speaking to me so softly, your touch, its fueling me with hope, that of which I can trust.
But how far should it go? How far can I see? How much could you do, could you show your love for me?
You held me close, reassure me that my faults are forgiven as the God above has said so, via unconditional love.
He brought you to me, and now I'm forever intertwined, awaiting the day that a child's in your arms.
The process of bringing the soul about, oh yes we partake,
Slowly but surely, I enter the fray,
Slowly but surely, I enter the body to make sure the feeling, its leaving you? Hardly,
Holding yourself at bay for fear that I say that you are not good enough, how foolish my love,
The lies that you tell yourself stating you aren't enough.
How crude of you to assume that through faults not of your own that you are not belonging to someone who cares so deeply for you.
Blasphemous words, that of which cannot be unsaid, I ignore them and push them far from my mind, as I come closer and closer to your body whilst in bed,
The motions that are made are such that are creating eruptions from deep within,
Fountains of joy are releasing, embracing the sin,
Within myself, I shall only use this one analogy,
It feels like the land of Canaan Moses spoke about, a land flowing with milk and honey.
Allowing my substitutes to be present within you and to feel the innards as a means to fuel you,
Hearing your voice trembling at the sight, no, at the sensation of my touch, that of which I cannot bear to stop, cannot bear to let go, cannot bear to ignore the rush.
You see it too, recognize it as well, you don't want to stop, you wrap your legs around me, embracing this glorious hell,
But is it truly hell? Is it not heaven? Has the Lord not providing such seething pleasure to be enjoyed by wife and husband?
Has the skin put upon you, bare and barren; are the fields of your body not to be exploited and used by only a special one? Must the treasures from within your body remain unappreciated and unnoticed?
But it is not only the temple that I am so drawn to such a beautiful, angelic yet demonic creature such as yourself. It isn't the lust driven rage that drives both of us animals to continuously be together, but the future that is to be seen between us.
I see something more than the mundane life to which some people believe only you are to be given. I see something more than the hatred and the pain to which people assume you deserve. There is even more to this life, even more to this bland plane of existence to which both of us miraculously have landed upon, and though you have pain and feelings of being lost and alone, there is someone here, someone who has abundantly been present within your short period of living who loves and cares for you.
You want to feel loved, you want to feel appreciated, and I give that to you. Imprinted upon you is the energy you can't escape, is the love you can't replace, and upon your skin are the blood blisters that no one else is able to emulate. Through all of this, you are able to see the real me, and I am able to experience the lonely lost girl experience happiness and joy to which others cannot appreciate.
So allow us to continue on our pleasure driven tirade,
Let us eat, drink and be merry for the moment, for while this blip of existence to some may seem meaningless,
Though the sex, the soft fucks, the endearing holdings may be seen as nothing more than worthless due to our mortality,
Every single second and thought present with you is an irreplaceable experience that cannot be redone.
So for now, I will hold you,
Mark your skin,
Softly make love to you,
And hear you beg for me,
And see the true side of you,
The side of an angel that has been torn away from the veil, and is now able to reveal her wings, in all its beauty and majesty.
