Alone, with Your Presence…

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If no one was around would you oblige?

To the sweet essence of our presence and verbal vibrations similar to a stimulant

We often let the past ruin what may be as we tease thorns off the bristle tree.

Love is just that, it may hurt for what it’s worth.

And although I hope those kisses in the wind did reach you at sea

Maybe those inner most cavities and fantasies tingle being reminded of me

Positive vibrations lead me to you and if our will shall be,

may the rapport mend anew.

We’ve grown to understand the fundamentals of chance

Let’s roll the dice for romance…forever?

Who knew…

You’d love me

Cause I damn sure love you…

Yesterday, today, and forever…. however long that may be

And as long as you’re right here…nothing falling under the brinks of time matter to me.

Addicted

I may just be an addict…. A simple smile of hers delivers a fix,

Thoughts of her  tingle the innermost cavities of my happiness while her potency flows

From the curvature of her hips to the delicate silenced whispered between her lips.

Drunken, staggered…maybe I’m addicted knowing I could never get enough of this.

I may just be an addict…

She is my Heroine…