My cravings ... Crave for nothing more than intimacy

A sweet kiss to my collar bone electricaly compels down to my spine

To run my bathwater for appreciation of my love and company ..as I do the same

Love games ....pure with monogomy

Brush my hair behind my ears and smile as I try to reject ...the blushing of my cheeks

Let me tenure your face just kiss your cheeks love and affection .... Just you and me intimacy .... Is what I crave ...pure and with monogomy

To hold my hand in a bliss of time

To hold me

That's all of things that I entwine

To fondle and play throughout the day

Intimatecy is what I crave

just little gestures

Not asking for you to throw me a parade

Intimatecy is what I crave

Ocean waves crashing up against my mind

Violently ,but so sensual

Tourment and destruction come ashore

Anger exerts through the winds

As time begined....begined

But I wish time would end

And not begin

To not exist

My nature has been a bliss

To be livid

To become unable

Rain gives me strength

As I hide under the table fear of light

Exceptance to the dark

Priorities wrapped up in a tarnado

Hoping marks season would start

For marks currents to carry me away

Let his rain wash over my sins

Again..... And again

Security of his weather

Even the rain won't be such a weapon to my mental

His stormy weathers ,like feathers ..so gentle

His nights take away my afraids

When the wind blow we become the essence of the air

When mark seasons starts

His weather will flourish my heart

His winds will Carry me away

I won't be afraid

For marks season to start

Life becomes art

No painting no one could ever sought

Only if mark season would start