thetrueblood
09/12/09, 05:35 PM
i know one day she will walk into my life,
and her smile will take me away,
and her laughter will give me wings,
and her beauty will grow in a way that only i can see,
and everyone will think her lovely,
but not in the way that she is to me.
and I'll tell her a dark story, of life and meaning and dreams,
and she'll confide in me the secrets of her being,
and i'll whisper softly "love, don't worry about your transgressions"
and she'll kiss me softly letting go of all discretion.
and she'll frustrate me with her actions and beliefs,
and i'll give her hell, because no one will ever be the same as me,
and i'll feel euphoric when she bites in with her teeth,
and she'll feel protected when I pin her to the sheets,
her screams will be music for no one but me,
an explosively aggressive chemical release,
we'll fall down on our backs, hands clasped,
panting and fighting to breathe, and she'll turn
and stare into my eyes that are ignited in a fiery blue,
and through a soft caress from trembling fingers,
the word's may never come--they don't have to.
and the ripples in the world will come to ease,
at the absolute marvel of our eclectic peace.
and her smile will take me away,
and her laughter will give me wings,
and her beauty will grow in a way that only i can see,
and everyone will think her lovely,
but not in the way that she is to me.
and I'll tell her a dark story, of life and meaning and dreams,
and she'll confide in me the secrets of her being,
and i'll whisper softly "love, don't worry about your transgressions"
and she'll kiss me softly letting go of all discretion.
and she'll frustrate me with her actions and beliefs,
and i'll give her hell, because no one will ever be the same as me,
and i'll feel euphoric when she bites in with her teeth,
and she'll feel protected when I pin her to the sheets,
her screams will be music for no one but me,
an explosively aggressive chemical release,
we'll fall down on our backs, hands clasped,
panting and fighting to breathe, and she'll turn
and stare into my eyes that are ignited in a fiery blue,
and through a soft caress from trembling fingers,
the word's may never come--they don't have to.
and the ripples in the world will come to ease,
at the absolute marvel of our eclectic peace.