(Yes, his real name is Man!)
Dear Man,
The days pass by slowly as though time is against me; against us. Against our love. When alone the clock is plodding. Close enough to where our hearts lock we stay unhurried, but our periods of time near one another end with a devilish swiftness. Father Time is immensely cruel.
I miss the days where you would hide me in your room; the nights you snuck into mine. Oh my God! The incident where your foot was stuck on the vines going up the side of my house where my window was. You kept swearing, you were so loud I had to slap you to shut you up. I apologized all night, but I was just too afraid we'd caught by father. In the end you handsomely stumbled and fell into my window hitting you head on my window seat. You were so afraid of my stepfather. I was terrified of your mother though so I guess it balanced out. I always felt/sometimes I still do that I would never measure up to your mother and the view you had of her. But you were just always afraid my dad was going to shoot you.
Ah! The times we have had while in this daze of romance will never escape my mind. Even if you were no longer mine and I yours. Those nights being the best. Our bodies intertwined but not in passion. Just my legs wrapped around yours. As I would lay my head on the chest of the man I adored....hearing your heartbeat alone could arouse making my left bosom pound uncontrollably.
You the have the personality of a loony toon, mind of a scholar, and the godly body of a Spartan. All those drive me wildly mad. Especially, when hearing the word "Baby" coming from those small, cute, pink lips. It's so hard to bear when you push away in bed and redress me but I'm glad you make sure we wait. The sweetness of your intentions is in every kiss I take and every glance I still when you're in that little world of yours.
Sometimes you bruise my heart more than the blacks and blues used to make this inked pen I scribble these letters with. My soul as gray as the cloudy sky on a rainy day. But my love is too strong to leave my raj, my king, my love, my Man. Raindrops fall for my crumbling livelyhood and pride. Your ardour is my penchant and my pride is stout because of it. Teardrops from my eyes follow. But I cry tears of joy. I cry because you're with me. 'Cause I'm yours and you are mine!
Your Impassable Other,
Baby Cakes
Dear Man,
The days pass by slowly as though time is against me; against us. Against our love. When alone the clock is plodding. Close enough to where our hearts lock we stay unhurried, but our periods of time near one another end with a devilish swiftness. Father Time is immensely cruel.
I miss the days where you would hide me in your room; the nights you snuck into mine. Oh my God! The incident where your foot was stuck on the vines going up the side of my house where my window was. You kept swearing, you were so loud I had to slap you to shut you up. I apologized all night, but I was just too afraid we'd caught by father. In the end you handsomely stumbled and fell into my window hitting you head on my window seat. You were so afraid of my stepfather. I was terrified of your mother though so I guess it balanced out. I always felt/sometimes I still do that I would never measure up to your mother and the view you had of her. But you were just always afraid my dad was going to shoot you.
Ah! The times we have had while in this daze of romance will never escape my mind. Even if you were no longer mine and I yours. Those nights being the best. Our bodies intertwined but not in passion. Just my legs wrapped around yours. As I would lay my head on the chest of the man I adored....hearing your heartbeat alone could arouse making my left bosom pound uncontrollably.
You the have the personality of a loony toon, mind of a scholar, and the godly body of a Spartan. All those drive me wildly mad. Especially, when hearing the word "Baby" coming from those small, cute, pink lips. It's so hard to bear when you push away in bed and redress me but I'm glad you make sure we wait. The sweetness of your intentions is in every kiss I take and every glance I still when you're in that little world of yours.
Sometimes you bruise my heart more than the blacks and blues used to make this inked pen I scribble these letters with. My soul as gray as the cloudy sky on a rainy day. But my love is too strong to leave my raj, my king, my love, my Man. Raindrops fall for my crumbling livelyhood and pride. Your ardour is my penchant and my pride is stout because of it. Teardrops from my eyes follow. But I cry tears of joy. I cry because you're with me. 'Cause I'm yours and you are mine!
Your Impassable Other,
Baby Cakes
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