Hope drinks its own special brand of darkness.
Well, we were perfect in that moment when our lips met, yours felt different than any that mine have met before, so soft, but with so much emotion, you touched your lips then pointed to mine, I had made you laugh, I loved that you wanted me, but im not sure that I loved anything else. You obviously loved my lips, I could tell that no one else had ever made you feel like this, I could truly feel you melt so I asked what came next. You pulled me into you you love me!!! Fuck I know you do, or at least what you think I am, but we are nothing more than strangers entwined in a moment, a moment, a moment that I will always remember. I dont know why it felt so right to pull you close it just did, I put my arms on your shelves suggesting that if we grew to being more than strangers that I would never let go of you. And I know that I was your favorite book, you could read every line that I carved into you through passion and lust, I had every word that you had ever wanted printed on my body and it was marvelous as you looked at me, scanning each line, I was your bible, your point of faith, you just knew that even though you couldnt finish this book, you couldnt have my heart , that you had tasted it in that moment and the faith that my eyes had instilled in you would last until I came again, and brought that miracle that you had been waiting for to you, in a simple package. Something you couldnt define, and as I turned your blood into wine, you whispered into my ear, the name that was setting you free but that name you will never really know, even though it has already been printed on you, and as you pressed yourself against me, the ink from your letters began to cover my own, and as you pulled open your binding to show me the first glimpse of your metronome that would suggest the melody that would deafen my ears eternally I had no other choice but to grasp what you had give me to hold onto, I couldnt help but try and fill these empty lungs with your never ending scent, it will plague my thoughts like a million nights spent alone so why is it so horrifying, to finally have a place to call home. So as our covers laid on the floor, there was nothing covering these strangers true form, and as I kissed this beauty like I had never known before, I could feel these waves of change crash onto this ever changing shore, and as my waves moved up and down your shore, the footprints of these strangers drifted away the wave knew that it would return someday and as it grasped your perfect share, it couldnt help but damn the moon for causing these waves to leave too soon. So you tore away the final page, completing the mystery which was driving me insane. So then she came to me and pulled me close, begging me to sing my name in this book, that she might be returned incase she were to get lost in this winters first frost, on what a fucking cost to put myself into this book. And so finally after much dreaming of another page which you wished you could read you come inside as a stranger who had lied and so we laid together on the bed, you were naked and you held onto me like no one ever has just wishing that Id never let go, and so I made you laugh some more, and drove you home, discussing our favorite non-fiction book with the most fictional characters that had shared a moment in time that they could never claim, but strangely the lead one felt no shame when all alone in what he thought would be pain, perhaps he has gone insane, but she makes me smile, even though it might take a while for this character in my heart to come to life and I cant get her truth out of my head Im not certain of anything but one and that is the fact that even if I never see you again then at least you are here and that
Well, we were perfect in that moment when our lips met, yours felt different than any that mine have met before, so soft, but with so much emotion, you touched your lips then pointed to mine, I had made you laugh, I loved that you wanted me, but im not sure that I loved anything else. You obviously loved my lips, I could tell that no one else had ever made you feel like this, I could truly feel you melt so I asked what came next. You pulled me into you you love me!!! Fuck I know you do, or at least what you think I am, but we are nothing more than strangers entwined in a moment, a moment, a moment that I will always remember. I dont know why it felt so right to pull you close it just did, I put my arms on your shelves suggesting that if we grew to being more than strangers that I would never let go of you. And I know that I was your favorite book, you could read every line that I carved into you through passion and lust, I had every word that you had ever wanted printed on my body and it was marvelous as you looked at me, scanning each line, I was your bible, your point of faith, you just knew that even though you couldnt finish this book, you couldnt have my heart , that you had tasted it in that moment and the faith that my eyes had instilled in you would last until I came again, and brought that miracle that you had been waiting for to you, in a simple package. Something you couldnt define, and as I turned your blood into wine, you whispered into my ear, the name that was setting you free but that name you will never really know, even though it has already been printed on you, and as you pressed yourself against me, the ink from your letters began to cover my own, and as you pulled open your binding to show me the first glimpse of your metronome that would suggest the melody that would deafen my ears eternally I had no other choice but to grasp what you had give me to hold onto, I couldnt help but try and fill these empty lungs with your never ending scent, it will plague my thoughts like a million nights spent alone so why is it so horrifying, to finally have a place to call home. So as our covers laid on the floor, there was nothing covering these strangers true form, and as I kissed this beauty like I had never known before, I could feel these waves of change crash onto this ever changing shore, and as my waves moved up and down your shore, the footprints of these strangers drifted away the wave knew that it would return someday and as it grasped your perfect share, it couldnt help but damn the moon for causing these waves to leave too soon. So you tore away the final page, completing the mystery which was driving me insane. So then she came to me and pulled me close, begging me to sing my name in this book, that she might be returned incase she were to get lost in this winters first frost, on what a fucking cost to put myself into this book. And so finally after much dreaming of another page which you wished you could read you come inside as a stranger who had lied and so we laid together on the bed, you were naked and you held onto me like no one ever has just wishing that Id never let go, and so I made you laugh some more, and drove you home, discussing our favorite non-fiction book with the most fictional characters that had shared a moment in time that they could never claim, but strangely the lead one felt no shame when all alone in what he thought would be pain, perhaps he has gone insane, but she makes me smile, even though it might take a while for this character in my heart to come to life and I cant get her truth out of my head Im not certain of anything but one and that is the fact that even if I never see you again then at least you are here and that