Starvation and need
The night drags on
as though dieing of starvation,
I sit back only to realize,
Tis not the night that starves, its me...
Pure and simple, I am the one craving,
starving for your touch,
straining to hear your voice,
drowning in the lust
of needing to feel your eyes
upon mine holding me to your passionate gaze.
Your fingers tips across my temples,
your palms pressed softly to my cheeks.
A sigh quietly breathed against your breast
as your bring my head to rest safely against you.
Your breath flowing through my hair
as your lips brush lightly on my skin.
It's you, plain and simple
that fill and creates the longing within,
that every fiber of my being
thirsts and starves for.
To feel the tenderness
in the caress of your touch,
the concern and longing
in your sweet voice,
as your line of sight
breaks over my face.
With the kindness of heaven,
your the only one
that mend these broken lines,
of this shattered heart of mine.
Will you bring me salvation,
or piece of mind?
Or can it be that what you offer,
is not a halo for salvation,
but the trials of hell by fire
and keep me in agony.
Will you be my food and water,
to sate this hunger that burns,
and quench the sand the flows within these veins?
Or Will you continue to be just out of reach
leading me on letting my thirst and hunger,
drive me on, only to never make to y our side?
as though dieing of starvation,
I sit back only to realize,
Tis not the night that starves, its me...
Pure and simple, I am the one craving,
starving for your touch,
straining to hear your voice,
drowning in the lust
of needing to feel your eyes
upon mine holding me to your passionate gaze.
Your fingers tips across my temples,
your palms pressed softly to my cheeks.
A sigh quietly breathed against your breast
as your bring my head to rest safely against you.
Your breath flowing through my hair
as your lips brush lightly on my skin.
It's you, plain and simple
that fill and creates the longing within,
that every fiber of my being
thirsts and starves for.
To feel the tenderness
in the caress of your touch,
the concern and longing
in your sweet voice,
as your line of sight
breaks over my face.
With the kindness of heaven,
your the only one
that mend these broken lines,
of this shattered heart of mine.
Will you bring me salvation,
or piece of mind?
Or can it be that what you offer,
is not a halo for salvation,
but the trials of hell by fire
and keep me in agony.
Will you be my food and water,
to sate this hunger that burns,
and quench the sand the flows within these veins?
Or Will you continue to be just out of reach
leading me on letting my thirst and hunger,
drive me on, only to never make to y our side?