I have never thought of a man and had the word delicious come to mind.
Everything pales in comparison when I hear your rough voice, when
you rest your hand on my cheek,
When your mouth is
exploring mine with hunger.
There have been times where I have foolishly believed that I
knew what love was. Many times where I have used those three words, strung them
together like I knew the momentous power they could instill.
I wore other's words around myself, a choker necklace of deceiving
black pearls.
Playing the fool was easier than realizing the truth.
From the first moment we spoke, comfort rested on my
shoulders. It was startlingly foreign.
Uncertainty tainted the sweetness of the moments, poisoned
my mind with self doubting when I was the only enemy.
Having you all to me may be only a dream. A wish, of sorts, that may never be prophesized.
Childish hope clings to that thought, and yet, peace is the motivator of not running away from the possibility of overwhelming disappointment.
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