I am jealous of your love
that feeling you mix with pain, joy and need
and keeps you awake at night in restless wants
for a touch of skin and makes you bleed
with tears when it hurts and taunts.
I am jealous of the look you give
lost in dreams of a lifetime of possibilities
when you choose the one to hold you tight
though a life full of plans and responsibilities
for he is your love and shining knight.
I am jealous of words written
for the one tasting your lips time after time
and becomes part of your dreams and desires,
I am jealous of the one that calls you mine
and only him the one your heart requires.
Love was this passing thing, a kiss and tell, a hit and miss
lonely nights wishing she would turn and look
and hundreds of poems that forever took
to calm my soul into submission.
Love became an obsessive lifelong mission
searching for heavens in between every kiss
and finding hell in every goodbye.
And once alone love became an empty cry
a fierce withdrawal from my addiction.
You hold within your eyes the dreams time forgets
with silence so they speak the words I yearn to hear
the promises with time eluding through my years
and all what’s left behind that turned into regrets.
And in between your lips I’ll find that it’s not over
to resuscitate a taste that haunts me to my day
if maybe love the same will find again its way
while hiding in a kiss from every passing lover.
No promises are given with each failed romance
as fading dreams unfold the places in my mind
but looking in your eyes I’ll see the love you find
and maybe once in life I’ll find it just by chance.
More than a face, I yearn for more
than wishes of good night
wanting more, much more.
For I forget the touch of skin
and words become the sin.
I want to taste the sweat on your breasts
and feel your body tight, very tight
against my unquenchable lust.
To consume my desires
with every kiss and every thrust
and every touch that never rest
wanting more, much more
than wishes of good night.
For I miss the touch of skin
and thoughts become the sin.
Arms stretching out seeking the shape
outlined by years of hard work and pain
while pulling you closer with my embrace,
trembling body unaccustomed to love and care
with my hands playing the cords of your back
in unison breathing we slowly regain
the beautiful smile you lost somewhere.
One minute of holding your fragile form
in my arms a lifetime to be transformed.
In the smile outlining the contour of your lips
promises hide from prying eyes
stories untold of lovers past
and deep long kisses that left you yearning.
It holds the words that I’m still learning
when in your lips they slip so fast
and speak of love and sometimes lies
but in that smile
promises hide from prying eyes
and leaves me yearning
to be the one for whom you smile.
Passing through like clouds way up out of reach
vapor in the distance gone within an instance
of such vague illusions, footprints on the beach
washed by waves of time if I dream you’re mine
wrapped around desires leftovers from fires
long turned into ashes from a lover’s dream.
Ethereal connections made across a distance
wishes made for lips while intention slips
if without a voice you shake my existence
deep within my mind with no love to find
just like passing clouds way up out of reach.