…I just wanna
overdose
on the intoxicating air
you breathe…
.x.
…I just wanna
overdose
on the intoxicating air
you breathe…
.x.
Sat here thinking about you..
your the only anchor in the storm that’s in my mind…
everything else moves and whirls in my sea of thoughts and emotions but not you,
your steady and unmoving.
I hear your voice in my mind,
soft and quiet, and yet clear.
I see the ghost of your smile as your there steady and strong.
Everything else is picked up and thrown around by my thoughts and emotions as a storm kicks up in my mind…
but not you.
You don’t move. Still and steady and strong.
Like an anchor…
.x.
Your my pleasure
your my pain,
Your endless summer
refreshing rain,
Your my darkness
elernal light,
Your my daytime
and my night,
Your my heart
and your my soul,
For you I hunger
you own me whole,
I guess your in my life
sent from above,
For I have
eternal love….
.x.
Just a thought about Your voice…
I can’t help it you know…
you’re the full sexy package…
and your voice…
my gosh your voice…
its a drug to me.
Drawing me in,
intoxicating me and so highly addictive,
Oh so highly addictive…
like soft honey velvet and liquid sex.
Its like your voice was specifically designed
to affect me completely,
Like all of you…
All of you,
Was designed to turn my core molten,
My perfection for me…
all my senses…
Maybe I really am crazy… crazy for you
Your my heart.
But not just my heart.
Your voice affects my skin,
you make my body temperature warm up,
your words
paint landscapes in my mind.
You must be a drug in my blood,
That I’m seriously addicted to.
But your more than that.
Every day with you
gives me a high that money just can’t buy,
that nothing and no one
can replicate ever.
I swear your name
is carved into my very bones.
But its deeper than that.
You are a part of the very stardust
ground into the makings of my bones.
I am bound to you
with the threads of the very fine essence that makes me who I am.
Simply put…
you are a part of me,
you complete me,
there is no me,
without you…
.x.
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Poetry written by Katrina Cain
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