The space changes.
The feelings swell and take on the shape of a cloud.
And like a cloud they stretch the seams and overwhelm.
They guide my day and rule my night
and as they grow they gain in power
and in purpose and in conviction.

Some things are just inevitable
cannot be thwarted
cannot be stopped
are immune to logic
and profoundly deaf
to pleas of reason.

It’s almost comical
How I struggle to rationalize these emotions
And to cloak them in the respectability of stand-ins for more acceptable thoughts
Not that the underlying history of pain exists in an unrelated realm
But that it stands on its own and heals in its own time
Existing…no, thriving.

Funny how some simple thoughts don’t make it to paper
Much more difficult than to tell you how you turn me on
And how I want to make non stop love with you for 24 hours straight
to f*** until our heads explode
And then again
And again.

I want to kiss every inch of you
and linger where my kisses bring you exquisite pleasure
savoring each moan evoked
by lips intent and eager
fulfill a promise made
let destiny unfold.