When younger the lines between love and desire blurred..
The young see the object of their desire and feel a burning love
When older the love one sees and feels is expressed in the desire shared.
And I get lost....
I love ... and that love is simple.
I desire ... because I love ..
People confuse me with their made up complexities.
Come to me, reach for me, let me feel your fingers in my hair ...
your lips roaming my body ... does your body moisten and quiver ...
I dont feel it, I cant see it
I want to, believe me, I want to see it ... I want to feel your desire...what I feel is your love.
Its not enough. I so hate it ...but its not enough.
I really am one who needs the late nights of passion ...
feeling your hands finding mine, roaming, instigating ,
Im demanding, Im needy, Im on fire ...I feel ...and I want contact.
I don't want it like this ... Not everytime... sometimes reach for me.
Im tired of directing this show without any sign that you are part of the production......
....I get lost ...
Its easier to turn over and not reach for you ... than to be the one reaching yet again....
But I long for you