Renovations, give me a headache...

I like empty rooms, before filling them with things.    
     
Things, that signify who I am.      
     
Those things could be florid patterned with a certain sequence of hues as the bright colours pop vividly against white or black walls.    
     
I like black walls on the days that my mind seeks to rest within the dark hues, and I harbour no desire to keep up with the latest trends as I abhor pretentious & meaningless dialogues designed to siphon my time, and what's stashed away for a rainy day remains banked.    
     
I thought about wallpapering your imagery in my study but then I realised you're already plastered all over my mind, oft a sweet distraction to my busy day as you ferment silently whilst lying still; distillery style in the corners of my mind, and the subtle arrogance of you makes me turn the other cheek and take the high road as you touch me deeply, ever so deeply & heartfelt, beyond the lace that conceals the holy ink upon my breastbone as the wings left me appreciating the pain, within your domain.      
     
Why ?! Because, I'm better than that, you’re better than that.      
     
We were never born to die, and there’s no space for intruders when the have beens, and wannabes, rear their fugly heart & souls to taint what we’ve always known and felt.      
     
I'm not a poet or a writer but I've scribbled notes that resonate with your being to pull you closer, just close enough to enable you to feel the way my heart trembles & quakes in your silent reverence.    
     
Basking, in the subtle pain like a masochist aching for you to give me what I need from you, and then I realise you’re eyeing me from across the room, and I wonder if you know how uncomfortable my black lace G feels as it's wedged tightly between my arse, layered with the black lace bustier that's designed to hold me together as I fall to pieces, in your austerity.    
     
Too stoic to admit you need me as much as I need you.      
     
Knowing, that you’ve lost your will to be playful, and I oft wonder what stops you from calling, and breathing heavy into my ear as I whisper all the things that hang upon the tip of my audacious tongue as it scribbles the letters of your name on the inside of my bottom lip, knowing that that'll conceal my hunger to feel your pulse, rapidly pulsating & beating in the depths of my crushed velvet walls.      
     
Lost, in his unspoken words and the way my body reacts to his energy as it sinks into my soul, reminding me that distance & time, mean nothing to hearts entwined.    
     
Though, I’ll find him nestled closely to me in my dreams again, this evening...