My Longings

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    My Longings

    Tell me what I'd have to change. Who would I have to be
    to slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me?
    Must I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor
    Crawl over broken glass - would you demand that I do more?
    Could you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws
    pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?
    Slide your hungry tongue between my parted lips.
    Run your anxious fingers along my quivering hips.
    Wrap me in your passion, expose your every need.
    Press your steamy lips to mine, every secret freed.
    Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire
    Moan my name, call me yours, and set my soul on fire.
    Need me more with every breath that slips into your chest,
    Please me nightly, miss me daily, never compare me with the rest.
    Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear
    Kiss me roughly, and weep my name, forever hold me dear.
    Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?
    Is my sin, my greatest fault, that I can't stop loving you?

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    HarverTomsson commented on My Longings

    02-18-2009

    It's Heidigger's blance theory at work: Since I love peaches and cream, I jumped at the chance to view your work. Hope was not idsappointed. that crawling over broken glass part- would you really do that for any cad? Even one you thought you loved? He had you, he used you, he lost you. Let the man go. Get that good stuff from someone who gives you a bit of r-e-s-p-e-c-t.

    peachesncrem

    06/05/2009

    yes and i have but i had to fight through many many broken hearts and years later

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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