They dance around each other,
a touch of the arm,
grazing of legs under the table,
a brush of fingertips,
unbearably taunting–

The air fueled with desire,
with temptation,
with an emotion nobody has named,
and finally it ends–

Words fade into the distance,
glances turn to gazes,
brushing of fingertips turn to
moments, seconds, minutes
and at last;

they press themselves together
melting together,
hands no longer linger,
pressed against one another
roaming, discovering every crease,
every groove, every muscle, every scar;
rediscovering.

Lips delicately tuned into their beat,
tongues roam, gently then fiercely,
tangled in a beautiful mess,
hot heavy breathing,
rising chests,
rhythmically moving
to the silent beat they know of;

they break apart, painfully aware
unable to find their tongues
to eloquently word what happened;

they gaze at each other,
as if they have a silent language
they edge closer,
hands link slowly,
it begins again.

I can see you,
lying beside me.

I can hear you,
your heart’s rhythmical thumping.

I can reach out,
touch you, caress you,
running my fingers
over every imperfection.

I can taste your delicious scent,
tugging at my desires
deep within my soul.

I can feel you,
from the tips of your toes
to your ruffled, dishevelled hair,
your body’s impression
pressed into my skin.

You are every part of me,
as my own body is
until I wake, and you no longer
linger with me.

You float away,
gone, gone, gone,
only when I close my eyes
can I still remember you.

I am alone,
alone, sleeping on one side
of the bed

we once shared.

I’ve got this faint
but persistent little feeling
and with each day it grows
a thorn in my side
I can’t quite forget

You’ve taken me by surprise
interrupted my life
with your delicious laugh
and the sweet sound of your voice
rugged and caring all wrapped into one
engulfing me into your arms, with nothing but your silky tongue
and I am already lost
if not for your engulfing eyes
wrapped in kindness and a special sense of allure
I find myself caught in your eyes
hours after you’ve departed

It could have been a century
since I last laid eyes on you
I cannot recall another time
I’ve counted the days down, as I have with you
and felt as if four days, were a century…

There’s something about you
I just can’t kick
You’ve rolled into my life, a non-event
a great edition, but nothing to dwell on
and somehow I am utterly, positively
sinking fast,
wrapped up,
lost to the abyss
head over heals
and every other cheesy line

falling head fast
for you.

My darling

Hello,
My darling oldest friend
I know you and you know me
I love you and you love me
I know everything about you
and you nearly know all of me

But today something triggered in me
years of built up thoughts
untampered with
unravelled
untouched

Thoughts I hadn’t dared entertain
feelings I was afraid to stir
desires I hushed within

But today something triggered in me
enough; it was too much
and I let go, and I leaped
I bounded over the lines we drew
without knowledge

And I plunged deep into your eyes
deep into your arms
deep into your essence
tangled with your lips
in your arms, around your body
entwined within your legs

A new dawn and I am shakily unsure
of how to continue as we once did
how our path will settle
how to survive without your loving words of
I am so in love with you;
and the unbelievable love
and comfort I feel
with you.

Love is

Love is a telephone call,
even though you’re tired

Love is surprising someone with
little unexpected gifts.

Love is visiting a friend,
that’s a little out of your way

Love is going to your best friends dinner party,
when you’d prefer to stay at home.

Love is learning to Scottish reel,
even though you’re English.

Love is putting fake tan on,
so he thinks you’re gorgeous.

Love is putting on aftershave, so she thinks
you’re delicious.

Love is laughing until your tummy hurts.

Love is endless cooking,
but always with a smile.

Love is dancing in the kitchen.

Love is lighting the candles.

Love is diving into the sea
even when it’s cold

Love is running them a hot bath.

Love is that gentle hand on your shoulder.

Love is yes to someone’s spontaneity

Love is learning their sport.

Love is gripping tight
On the back of the motorbike

Love is sharing the pudding.

Love is opening the car door for her.

Love is walking on the outside of the pavement.

Love is letting them win
Even though you could thrash them

Love is an extra hug
just because you can.

Love is a cheeky wink across the room.

Love is asking, “how are you”
and waiting an extra beat, for their reply.

Love is picking her up and spinning her around
in your arms.

Love is putting on lipstick.

Love is leaving a note in their umbrella.

Love is stringing celery sticks
even though it’s not for you

Love is leaving something a little better
than you found it.

Love is catching their eye.

Love is singing in the shower.

Love is being the first to say “hello”

Love is learning three clean jokes.

Love is wearing polished shoes.

Love is dancing the Waltz
so you hold them in your arms.

Love is running to the dance floor
for the first dance.

Love is in a smile.

Love is the hard graft.

Love is a daily practice

Love is being kinder than necessary.

Love is saying I love you,
and all the lovely things you think.

I’m so inlove, with you

I thought I could be emotionally detached
a moment; as an uncaring man,
one who loves a good fun night
and forget it all the next day.

But here I am, moments after
hours after, days after
and all I can think of
is being wrapped up in your arms
dreaming with you, side by side
wishing we could work out a way to be together
dreaming of being in your arms again
imagining how our lives could be
together

Love is not instant
it is not like lightning
definitely not a shock to the system
it is a deep, long, unmoving rock
buried deep in ones body, bones
heart;
that’s where you are; buried in my soul

I’ve tried for six years
to find someone else,
and every time
I come back to you

You’re the person I think about first, when I wake up.

You’re the person I think about when something small happens.

You’re the person I think about, and yearn to talk to, when something important happens.

It’s you; the person I dream of, imagine, and think of sharing my life with.

You’re the person I talk about, talk to, think about, and think of.

You’re the person, whose day I wonder about.

You’re the person whose happiness I consider; health I worry about, and life I want to be part of.

 

You’re my best friend, the person I call, the person I think of, the person I share my life with.
You’re the person I’m in love with.
The person I want to share my future life with, big things, and small things.

You’re the person I’ve tried to work my life around.

You’re the person I need, the person I want.

And today I found myself without you;

for the first time I need my best friend and today

you’re not going to be here for me, and help me over the hurt I feel

because I’m heartbroken over you;

how do I cope with losing my love, and my best friend, all in one blow?

So In Love.

How have I been so stupid?

How have I missed, that I am utterly in love with you?

And the only thing holding me back, is the fear that you won’t love me enough to make me happy, to give me the life that I want, but to also be the person I want, someone to love me enough to stretch far and wide, and to move mountains, for me, because you love me,

like I love you; like I would move mountains for you, and do more than that which is within my power, to make you happy; because I am crazy, foolishly in love with you.

For you; N

It feels a little impossible
for someone to sweep into your life
where, a day before
they had not existed…

Turn your days upside down
your original thoughts of the week
the year,
what your dreams are
what you dream of

All topsy turvy
nothing makes sense

And then it’s all gone
and he’s gone
as if it never happened

Only from the memories
and the few I told
do I know; it really happened

And if I’m in doubt of that
there’s the gaping loss in my heart
because without a thought
no calculated meaning
I fell in love.

And people talk of this,
beautiful love
which I dreamed of
this, boundless, endless love
not entirely forgiving
notwithstanding criticism
not rose-coloured,
but openly honest
love.

Love for the way we are together
for the way we make each other feel
for the moments, for the spark
for the support and connection
for the passion
all without intention;
love fell upon me.

Left, loving you.

I love you
in my own special way;
I love you unlike any other,
you make me smile
and you fill me whole
deeply, from the depths within

I adore you
unlike any other I know,
you make my day
a happier time; with smiles
I’d otherwise leave unknown

I’ll always love you
in ways you won’t notice,
when I can, I’ll cherish our moments
in case I’m left with nothing left
except these memories
otherwise insufficient…
yet preciously special
to me.

I love you
there’s no way I can disguise it
exhausting to hide it
painful to feel it;
but I love you
and I wished you loved me too.