♤
My love for her grows
with such speed,
I can barely keep up myself.
And deep down I know
it has no end.
Oh June,
my beloved one,
my lover.
My love so precious,
my love so true.
A love that comes
from me to you.
When we lock eyes,
I can see into her soul.
With her lips against mine,
I anknowledge her taste.
When she is almost naked,
I know her insecurities.
I want to sing a song to her,
so she knows the tune of my heart.
I want to show my love to her
with all my heart.
I feel it when our hearts melt,
that is when the passion
and desire is being felt.
Her beauty overwhelms me
when I hold and see her.
I press her against me tight,
with such delight.
Great passion fills my
inner being.
Her eyes control my soul,
Her lips are like heaven.
Forever frozen in time,
all else fades into nothing.
But I am frozen too,
frozen by her beauty,
by her touch,
by her love,
by her.
Never fall in love with me,
for my soul and mind are
a sin itself.
My mind being poisened,
filled with venom.
À toi, pour toujours.
She is a saint.
She is a sinner.
With her devilish kiss,
she lures me in.
Oh my lover,
I love you so.
I want to make her feel ecstatic,
to make her body move
out of pure pleasure.
Hearing her wimpers
echo through my black room.
I am lusting after her
like a mad man.
Creating hopes
and desires.
I want our bodies to surrender completely to eachother.
To give in to our needs,
for which we both crave.
I caught her in my room,
like the little girl she truly is.
Sneaking around and
going through my belongings.
Escaping from me.
My heart hurting,
knowing she does
not want me,
the way I long for her.
Our hands touching eachother,
comparising them.
But nothing is there to comparise,
our hands both so different.
Just like us,
our minds.
Two different worlds,
persons and thoughts
meant to be together.
I know we do.
Touching her is my favorite thing,
for it brings me silence.
Her skin is like silk,
so soft and lovely to caress.
Finally letting ourselves go,
we showed ourselves to eachother.
She saw me.
My body with all its scars.
My rose,
a red rose.
Its color symbolizing the passion burning between us
like fire spreading
and burning.
Wandering into the
unknown,
I let myself be free.
Although I am not.
She is everywhere I go,
always clouding my thoughts
and distracting me.
When she closes her eyes at nights
and she thinks she is alone,
I am beside her.
My whispers entering her dreams.
But it is in my touch,
she awakes.
My fingertips lingering on her skin,
heat radiating from body to body.
The light within her,
dissoving into me,
letting me feel the warmth.
Bonding herself to me.
She was born to be
the saviour of me.
Born to heal me.
Her languid voice
drawing me in.
Everyday.
My skin burns with adoration,
her touching feeding the flame.
Lungs of hopeful dreaming,
I feel safest with her.
My darling,
helping me.
Such a wonderful girl she is,
never will she be a woman.
I will not let her.
My lovely one,
my obsession is
getting out of hand,
but know that
I will never stop.
My angel,
you are everything I want.
And now I have you,
be aware;
I plan on keeping you.
♤
