Loving You Through Me
When Lovers Trade Places
What could it be,
What could it be,
To twine these twisting locks together,
Run a cord between,
Plugged into your mind,
Riding behind your eyes when I fall to the magic that drags me between your thighs,
To be both besieged and besieger,
A time to mock myself with your mouth,
Yet still feel the electric charge run up my skin,
A place where you can feel the weight of your own words,
As you hear yourself speak them,
Seeing you in my eyes from your eyes and back and forth,
A circuit of infinity trapped in a glance,
The feel of you touching me through my skin on yours,
Transcendent understanding demanding full attention and submission to what is,
A place where thoughts can’t exist,
Only feel and the breaths between dual gasps,
Dueling ourselves to fill the gaps that aren't really there,
I crave to fill you in a way no one ever has,
Make this dream of physical impossibility a shard of reality,
Just for tonight,
Come be me,
Feel the rhythm caused by your coming in my chest,
And I'll witness the wetness that starts with a breath in your breast,
I don't want to trade places,
But become,
One consciousness experiencing itself subjectively,
To trace with my lips the inroads that might lead me to being a half of your whole,
And find a way to show you what it means that you're a piece of my soul.
About the Creator
Word Smyth
I like to write. I never know where words will take me, or what discoveries I will make along the way. I've never shared my writing, it's very personal. Well, here is where I take the leap.
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