Oh My Lover, Oh My Love

"Oh My Lover, My Love"




My darling, my love, the man of my dreams. I miss you fatally. All I want right now is to touch your face, make sure you're real and everything I recall of us is genuine. I need to feel your arms swarm me to settle these fears and give way to rest deeply in your embrace. Breathe you in so I can taste your soul. Nightly it's you I find slipping through my dreams, with steamy hot kisses dripping your lips. I feel the shadows all around us, yet I do not give into them. Under any heavy shade your light still bursts through. Capturing me all over again and you remain having that new car scent. I am not, nor will I ever grow weary of you my love. Who gets tired of breathing fresh air or would ward off the sweetest desert that they've ever tasted. Your touch resembles smooth silk, tracing my every inch with heightened bliss. Fantasy can't impersonate you, you give me something not yet placed into any imagination. I had no idea that I could beg to be alive, so that I can hear the song birds sing our favorite song. Because they know there is no love sweeter than ours, spilling from the veins of Venus. Jealousy is envious of the beauty lying within our inked scars. Nothing can murder our creation, we are the giggle between two lovers, the cure to insatiable hiccups, or the butterflies ascending my throat as I breathe in your vision. I will shadow you when you need me most. In the pitch of the witching hour, your digress I gently caress. I inhale the nectar of your dreams lofting beneath slumber. We laugh hysterically in the face of death, we are invincible to any hand of doom. Oh my lover, my love please come lie in this gilded heart you consume. Splendors in midnight and dawn defeating the secondhand. Restful in our eternal peace. Love prevails any and all.
   
                                    
  

The Punk Poet…
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