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Gone Since November

I didn't realize until last night that I hadn't written poetry since November...that is a long time. Yay for new stuff...

And I Said

I said I want it messy,
We all know what that means.

I want it like it was before,
With all the ones there was before...
But before is before I knew you,
Before you knew me,
Before we knew what we could be,
What we would be,
And so this is where I am.

I say I wanted messy when this is what I mean.
I want you wanting me;
Heart beating,
Heavy breathing,
In between moments and seconds
In between you.

Your lips and my hips
Damn this space in between
There’s no space between
And you know what I mean
In between me and you.

I want body shivering
Legs quivering
Passion exists betwixt… I want you,
I need you,
You
Love
Miss
Kiss
Kiss me slower,
Kiss me lower
And now I’m drowning in what we are.

And to think that before I never,
Maybe we’ll do this forever
Maybe you have me
If you want me
Then I’m yours.

But do you have me?
I mean if you want me…
And then…
I’m yours.


**fiReFly**

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