Give me more,
I want it all,
The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Show me what’s inside,
Let me hear your thoughts,
And feel your touch.
I need you,
To immerse myself in your being,
Have your complete focus.
Yes, I feel needy,
But, you have said again and again you love that,
Love me then,
In the ways I personally need and desire.
My love language. Constant attention.
If I am truly what you want,
Show me the work,
Am I the only one eager for us?
Am I the only one planning the future?
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I wait for the warm comfort of his arms.
His voice next to my ear,
Hands so strong and confident,
Waiting to hear the rhythmic beat of his heart,
My head rising with each breath he takes.
That feeling of being safe and home,
Just a little while longer.
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That feeling creeping along my peripheral,
Am I truly wanted?
So damaged that I easily slip into the negative.
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Laying awake at night,
I often wonder,
What the future will bring,
And what the past has created.
My thoughts are wrapped up in you,
The possibilities seem vast,
So much within our grasp,
Ours for the taking.
We both dive in head first,
To hell with the consequences.
We gladly accept them all,
For our future calls to us,
And we answer eagerly,
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Feeling the pressure,
Such pleasure just from thought,
Dripping with sin,
Saturated by it,
Eyes rolling back,
Memories of each stroke,
Fingers brushing along my skin,
Made in love.
Even in my darkest hour,
Only your voice brightens my skies,
You are my Siren,
I willingly run to you,
Giving me pleasure and passion,
I’ve never had before,
Pouring over me,
Covering every inch of me,
Til all I can say is your name,
Over and over,
A breathless struggle.
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Listening to the storm,
The wind churning the rain,
Thunder rolls heavily,
Hearing your voice,
Soft caresses turn assertive,
Each crack of lightening illuminating us,
Consuming each other,
The storm slowly fades away,
Thunder pounds in the distance,
We lay ravaged by our love,
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Like the fresh crisp air of autumn
Breathing you in
Ignites my desires.
Fingers aching to touch
To feel our flesh caress one another.
My lips parting to receive
Leaving your mark on my soul.
Craving your eyes upon me.
Seeking to capture every part of me.
I willingly submit myself
To your wishes
To your dreams
To your hopes
To your needs
To your love.
Why assay me?
Checking my substance.
It is weak and feeble.
Why must you measure my significance?
Who are you to be my judge, and jury?
I can validate myself.
I have a backbone!
My foundation is sturdy.
Prosperity is mine for the taking.
I will labor to love my own essence.
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via Daily Prompt: Assay