"He."

A tribute to this tall, handsome guy I so crazily love that it has almost turned out to be a messy affair and so has this piece. 

Red velvet, he melts in my mouth,  

White chocolate, his lotion on my skin;

Cheese, his squeeze, sated, I’m still thirsty. 

He blew my mind, he blows me away, 

I m dazed, not unfazed, 

He hovers, my lover, taught me how to sober;

It’s fire, It glazes and blazes,

His love, he is my dove. 

 

I’m the fire, he is my ice,  

He could make me, break me,  

Freeze me, soak me, 

His silence, classic silence; 

His anger, gasoline, 

I find peace, yet, in his violence,

His crude self, my text burns,

His love, like a hash that can rehash. 

 

He is my diamond, I must be his fool’s gold. 

He said, "Something so beautiful should only exist for me". 

I could be his ruin, he tells me otherwise, 

He’s insane, my main, always in vain; 

He thinks, his face’s a warm area, mine, a moon.

We dance with such romance, they could swoon;

His love, I’m so drugged, complete wane. 

 

His demons, my reasons for treason, 

One job, two jobs; tears, millions of them,

Sweet torture, I love the pain,

Gosh, He is beautiful! 

Face, like a God’s, Marble, his chest, skin must be Porcelain,  

Kisses, Sweet Divine, I’m drowning, 

Not free falling, I’m still afraid; 

He’s hurt me, still does, too much, Oh, so much; 

I’m feeling, I’m rolling, 

He got his paws on me, 

In so deep, I could bleed, True Blood, True blue, 

All that dirt, I’m still glued. 

His love, the air around me, it just doesn’t leave. 

 

His hold, his grip, a thousand murderous needles, 

Takes over me beat by beat, 

That adrenaline rush, I gasp, I pant, 

I m high by his smoke, a jelly in his arms, 

Water between his legs, powerless, under him. 

He makes me sigh, then, scream, my manna from heaven. 

There’s no pleasure, no another, 

Voyeurs to each other,

So, it tantalizes, the intensity,

I adore him, he dotes on me. 

His love, I’m just a disciple, he is the saint. 

 

China of emotions, he’s my cathartic release,

I can’t hold back, he doesn’t stop me, lets me be;

My diligent savior, my baby, my bodily breeze.

He rules my heart, I rule his life. 

A child, so unruly and reckless,  

He caresses me,

His own spoilt brat;

He fondles me, his body on mine.

Sweat on sweat, breath by breath;

I am learning every day, he’s growing on me. 

I break often, I shake more, he protects me, maintains me;

I owe him my truth, the validity of my soul, this body; He is such a giver, I m the greedy receiver. 

Loud and clear, crystal-like, he calls me his home,  

A thousand love poems unto him, 

The ones I don’t even recall; 

I could spit and spat, endlessly; 

He loved me then, he loves me now, he’d love me still. 

I’m not fit to take his name, he already owns the mine. 

Possessive,

Reclusive,

Intrusive;

His love, there’s no end, no vale,

But I am his and he is mine.