i need thee to breathe
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| How am I to breathe when thou hast invaded my very being, constant bickering amidst my thoughts, like the devil himself hath placed his claws firmly into my shoulder to whisper forever in mine ear? Milord, thou cannot do such deeds, to allow thine soul to inhabit this tender reed that wavers amongst the lilies. Each morn I arise to thy smells that have never reached my nostrils, hearing thy voice which professed love unto me in moments of passion and fighting teardrops to run my cheeks at realizations of thy absence. Am I destined forever to burn such as this, to wish for thy touch yet forever be denied? Am I to be buried alive in this tomb of despair that is longing for he who turns away? I must confess that I have wished to be exorcised of this demon, yet threw wishes to the wind, for the very thought of not feeling this love, even in an instance, would be for me devastating. He hath kissed me, yet it is thy lips that I feel. He hath touched my softness, yet it is thy hands upon me. He hath breathed upon my neck, yet it is thy breath moving ripples against my spine. I see into this looking glass, futures of us in distant times, and I long for patience. My love, I will teach thee to laugh and feel joy, to be soft in the essence of love, to dance in rains that soak thy skin and lay under the stars in the silence of night. I beg that thou must wait for me. I beg on knees scarred from prayers of thy presence that thou must understand and reach to me when I cry out. i need thee to breathe |
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