Breathe, she says to me as she takes my breath away.
Feel me, she cries as my fingers become numb.
Know me, she asks as she runs away from my sights.
Goodbye, she wasn’t able to even say.
Not knowing the outcome I question myself inside,
trying to see the end as my eyes close.
She stands before me calling me in,
all feelings breaking, all light so cold.
Sensual sentimental desire crying please,
a look too deep to forget.
Want becomes the need that holds me down,
lifted up only in her eyes.
Face to face with the essence of my heart,
a waterfall before her kiss deeply taken.
Speaking to me so wet my eyes,
coming together in her light now my home.
Wet our love, liquid dreams eminent,
falling water my soul bleeding hope.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve she holds my love,
burning into her hands my image so clear.
Moments away so apart from reality’s way,
lips ready to create, lust forms within.
No passion left to understand,
open chest revealing the depth of my love.
Just take my heart as your own,
waiting for the beat of our song.
Softly she stands before me,
our blood rushing out, so cold, so dead.
Looking into me her eyes cry my name,
wanting only what was never felt.
I look into the night where we fell so long ago,
alone in these moments I recall who she is.
The way she makes me feel inside,
so hurt, so loved, so complete.
Watching her hands so cold her touch entices me,
as my heart stops in her hands I remember my place.
Tied up before me her desires are made clear,
bound in my eyes, wrapped up to control.
Hair covers my eyes, lust fills my mind,
made to feel all things in all ways.
Endeavors of passion our painful truths,
untied to be held under again.
Reading my words to me she smiles in understanding,
how much she means to a soul lost within her heart.
A crutch breaking my hopes once again,
maimed by fate under the disguise of fantasy.
I love you, need you, all hopes are my dreams,
under love where only your light can shine.
Johnny Newell
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