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'
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