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He is the energy that manifests himself in the diabolical form of friction,
the being that comforts my soul as once before,
I was a whore to Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia,
But now!
It is he that wraps my soul, in the comforts of creamy goodness.
I once overdosed on his being,
every given day..
every second I pined after his heart.
Until my blood ran cold,
from his frozen creamy goodness.
Its like licking the spoon after your mom had made a cake,
but only your stuffy nose,
has prevented you from savoring the moment,
From fully indulging yourself in the delicatessen of cake batter.
There has been times in the past,
when i wanted to run as far away from him as possible,
to go to a remote corner of the world,
and hide from his arms..
hide from his eyes..
hide from his lips.
I turned my back, and before I could step..
a hand reached for me..
each time.. that hand reassured me that,
all was not lost.
That there is still warmth in his cool frozen creamy goodness,
And that perhaps the frozen part isnt hard,
hard, like the ice cream that is forgotten for a year.
Because nobody payed attention to it,
nobody took a spoon and made love to it..
the way that I made love to him..
hoping to melt..
his shell.. and warm his heart.
He never said what he needed to say,
nor what he wanted to say.
It was that which lingered on the tip of his tounge,
as it paraded the back of my neck..
sending an eletrical response up my spinal column,
and through my cerebellum,
That has me here now,
waiting for words to be said..
that has only been expressed in the form of fricition.
A hug, a back rub, cuddling midnight... his hand in mine as we slept.
Heart to heart.
Each time.. his hand.. extended to me..
in the form of verbal communication,
hi = i was thinking of you,
what are you doing= i want to see you, now if possible,
what have you been up to = i know ive been awol, but...
I been busy = (my fav) Sorry, but I found somebody who wont last.
brb 2 you soon.
Each time his hand extended to me..
in the form of verbal communication..
lured me back into his lair.
But this time..
It is he that comforts my soul in the form of diabolical friction.
Me that chooses to create my own form of cold simi frozen goodness (shell),
He that is seeming more like a sorbet than that year old ice cream that has been neglected.
Me,
that has finally realized.
If his cool frozen goodness... dosent melt for me.
So that I can truly enjoy the flavor of his love,
he may just have to stay in frozen foods,
until he decides he wants to melt on my tounge,
then it will be I,
who melts.. my shell.
Endulging in the worlds most perfect dessert.
Love.
:luvv:
the being that comforts my soul as once before,
I was a whore to Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia,
But now!
It is he that wraps my soul, in the comforts of creamy goodness.
I once overdosed on his being,
every given day..
every second I pined after his heart.
Until my blood ran cold,
from his frozen creamy goodness.
Its like licking the spoon after your mom had made a cake,
but only your stuffy nose,
has prevented you from savoring the moment,
From fully indulging yourself in the delicatessen of cake batter.
There has been times in the past,
when i wanted to run as far away from him as possible,
to go to a remote corner of the world,
and hide from his arms..
hide from his eyes..
hide from his lips.
I turned my back, and before I could step..
a hand reached for me..
each time.. that hand reassured me that,
all was not lost.
That there is still warmth in his cool frozen creamy goodness,
And that perhaps the frozen part isnt hard,
hard, like the ice cream that is forgotten for a year.
Because nobody payed attention to it,
nobody took a spoon and made love to it..
the way that I made love to him..
hoping to melt..
his shell.. and warm his heart.
He never said what he needed to say,
nor what he wanted to say.
It was that which lingered on the tip of his tounge,
as it paraded the back of my neck..
sending an eletrical response up my spinal column,
and through my cerebellum,
That has me here now,
waiting for words to be said..
that has only been expressed in the form of fricition.
A hug, a back rub, cuddling midnight... his hand in mine as we slept.
Heart to heart.
Each time.. his hand.. extended to me..
in the form of verbal communication,
hi = i was thinking of you,
what are you doing= i want to see you, now if possible,
what have you been up to = i know ive been awol, but...
I been busy = (my fav) Sorry, but I found somebody who wont last.
brb 2 you soon.Each time his hand extended to me..
in the form of verbal communication..
lured me back into his lair.
But this time..
It is he that comforts my soul in the form of diabolical friction.
Me that chooses to create my own form of cold simi frozen goodness (shell),
He that is seeming more like a sorbet than that year old ice cream that has been neglected.
Me,
that has finally realized.
If his cool frozen goodness... dosent melt for me.
So that I can truly enjoy the flavor of his love,
he may just have to stay in frozen foods,
until he decides he wants to melt on my tounge,
then it will be I,
who melts.. my shell.
Endulging in the worlds most perfect dessert.
Love.
:luvv:
