Leave me alone, love.
I don’t want u here in my mind.
I want and need you by arms,
by my lips,
the one who at will hold me tight,
the one who wioo kiss my troubles away.
the one who validates all of my emotions
and do take care of my heart.
To know I need your lips,
horizontal or any kind of posish.
that is not love.
A lust for you,
not a love,
I do utter,
I may under and over you.
Split my hate in twain,
I have that fire and rage
to see my desire burns of what life has to offer.
Move my love,
I will roll the days like no other.
Any of expectations of my frustrations,
knowing all I have felt, seen, touched and given time
listened enough for all efforts.
Love is hate,
Hate is Love,
all there is are none
for it is as the same as above nor below,
neither in the middle.
Only to have
not to hold,
Only to gain,
Love and Hate,
At the same time.
Maybe it went
when I stopped kissing your heart.
May be it had gone out,
where your mouth nagged me to hell and back,
each and every day and kept it all the way.
It wasn’t there to begin,
for I risked what I thought
I never had before then and now.
Am I lesser than I am,
Am I a person of lust than to think not of,
Will I ever use my heart before my underwear ‘s mind.
My eyes will harm you,
My touch to stimulate you,
My lips to love you.
I will end the day with you by my side,
only to start and begin before you even dream of another.
. . . the love of silence gave me you,
Your nurturing embrace bore me my,
Loneliness kissed me in my infancy,
it kept loving me and gave a fruit of Serendipity.
™ XENOphagz, XenoGrapx
Are you here to make me love you,
or will you scorn me with a touch,
can you ever shout at me while we tangle with our hands?
Must I always love you with nothing but my soul twined with my spirit,
that never sleeps and I will give into your eyes.
Share me your dreams,
give me your aspirations,
love me your inspiration.
I will be influenced by you,
I will be moved by you.
In a way,
we can make and do it ourselves,
when a life treads and walks out of our life and love.
How would I know,
If I did not try,
sure it cannot be done by thinking,
sure it cannot be given by loving a life known.
Who will submit,
me or you.
Can we be humble enough to say,
and mean it with no words,
but I will always stay.