Saturday, May 11, 2013

Route To Permission.


Route To Permission.



Wanting is not,
the same as having you.
Taking is not,
the way of loving you.
Scared is not,
the sight upon your face.
Passion is not,
enough to make your heart race.
Sadness is not,
a look I want in your eye.
Happiness is not,
allowed just to make you cry.


And yet,

Love is not,
something you should live without.
Alone is not,
tenderness I have to shout about.
Separate is not,
the pill of bitter after taste.
Forgotten is not,
the way that you'd feel chased.
Spied is not,
enough to give you wetted lips.
Hot is not,
alone what thrills between the hips.


And yet,

Touch is not,
the only thing to drive you wild.
Thrusting is not,
the intention that must be beguiled.
Held is not,
the tool that can fill you up.
Indulgence is not,
satisfaction of the overflowing cup.
Gold is not,
boiling nearly as fluidly as you.
Lust is not,
lost to force someone becoming two.





'M'