The Longing

I saw him. In all his splendor. 

I wanted him. In all his existence.

By fear, I'm hindered. 

Afraid of being resisted. 

The longing to be recognized, to be craved.

A game of cat and mouse, well played.

Inspired by the breeze, that flows freely.

I want to surround his body, become his positive energy. 

Dangerously in lust, for a moment I would like to freeze desire. 

Allowing the non tangible intimacy spark a fire.

Melt away all uncertainties. This type of warmth, I never want to leave.

The longing to whisper his name. The longing for our last names to be the same. 

The longing to bring forth a healthy child, with his smile. Providing him a chance to exist with me, then create his own extension of himself. These longings I can't help.

His scent is the fliest of the high. 

I inhale and patiently wait to be lifted among the clouds.

Here we connect on a level that can never be duplicated.

Leaving kisses in the sky, once nightfall our love shines in the stars.

Although it shines from afar, Beauty is now reciprocated.

A timeless longing. A craving that haunts me.

Check ()Yes ()No ()Maybe 

This poem was just a fancy way of asking If you'll go out with me.