Kiss me and whisper sweet words
I want to hear them slither past your lips
You want me in your life, you need me here...
I like the way the words dance pass your tongue
They make sweet music in my ear
Reverberate to my core
Tell me what I want to hear, to give you want you want to feel
The quiver of my lips, the hush of my breath, moistness of my skin
Pulse of my desire
Say it, you know I want to believe all that you say
You know I want to cede to your deceit
It's all I can do to hold on to the dream of what was, what could be, what might be
Kiss me, softly, deeply, tell me you love me
Whisper those empty words full of meaning
Sweet nothings.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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