CRAZY...right?

You seem to be so busy lately.
Living the life that you created.
Gone is the heat of touch.
taste of tongue.
those vigorous movements.
your body on mine.
I’m still here on the other end of the line,
waiting, while loving, wanting, while needing
praying that I didn’t do or say anything wrong.
wanting, while waiting, needing, while loving
praying that you still love me too.
and there you are
always creating.
beautifully being.
quietly loving me.
When I need to be loved OUT LOUD!

love.

There’s a swelling in my belly
Tears fall fast
This love's so full…complete.
I am tippy toe walking touching the sky!
I want to give you ALL of myself.
You make me feel like EVERYTHING!
I can't breathe.
You are so beautiful.

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I can't understand how after
days, weeks, and months of loving/you
can so quickly, so easily
detach and walk away
~leaving~
residue like soap scum
ALL OVER ME!
Gotta quinch this thirst
to kiss you/ to call you
just to hear you speak
gotta swallow the urge
to taste you/ to touch your/
hands
I gotta stop this inner fury
like molten lava
RAGING!
I cannot stand this residue
sticky, like wet fingers holding cotton candy, sticky
stuck, like bubblegum, my heart is on the bottom of your shoe
hot, like our 10 yr. old bodies running fast in the Newark sun.
hot, like the fire that you set me on.
For the past few weeks I've been
AGONIZING over you...
If this feeling were a color it would be dark brown
If it were a song it would sing 'misery'.
It would smell like 'empty'.
I just can't understand how after
lovin' me/you
can so quickly, so easily
detach
leaving me standing here smiling and acting like my shit's together
when I really just want to break down and cry.
~leaving~ this sick feeling in my stomach when I check
my voicemail, my e-mail and NONE of the messages are YOU!
~leaving~ me afraid to be alone in my thoughts.
Cause i know that's where you'll be.
You got me boppin to hip hop
Cause Mary J. Blige just won't do...
You drew this line in the sand
and
I didn't ask you to build me a castle with your hands,
((BROTHER))
I just wanted you ta...(sigh)
The red light on the corner of Vineland is where I think of you most
I mostly wonder if you're thinking of me.

Pretty

Living lovely…would be
your hand in my mine.
And
soft kisses slow.
You are MY New York
Sexy and
Exciting and
Vibrant
I love you more than music.
You make me want to exfoliate my feet,
wear really high heels
and simple yellow dresses.
With you I am pretty.
I am your babygirl.
You make me want to dance.
My insides are jumping.
I am twirling.
You’re a Curtis Mayfield classic
complete with Glady’s Knight…
You’re a man’s man.
YOU ARE MY MUSE.
And
I
Love
You.
Ilove you.
Iloveyou.
I do.