it's heavy....
this want of you
but you're unattainable
darling
i had a dream in
the day of your
scent
and the way you
remain so still
but I am not motionless at all
in those arms
so I breathe as deep as
my lungs will draw
and I think..
how inviting you look...
and I come in
to you
I press my weight
against your slender heart
like a flower
from long ago
how I wish it had of been harder
less delicate
pinned
to a wall
I am in you
without you knowing
or understanding
what I am capable of
so tell me to stop.