Sometimes dancing on the floor  
                I tend to bring it down
Because I feel like I have read
the best poem ever  
                  This is the reason why.

Yet a moment or two passes
after a while, I crave a new one
                                     I wonder why?
My heart murmurs hisses to my ear
          Try reading the beloved's eye!

I crave my own fairy tale
I want someone who feels like poetry
To rid the hopelessness from my romantic heart
And share with me a happily ever after

I don't need a prince or white knight
A pauper or squire is all that I desire
I don't require a gallant quest or noble steed
Eyes that are just for me is all that I need

I'll write my own tale to fill your storybook
Every page a poem of waiting
Till one day they are no longer of longing
And are filled with ode's to my one true love

Do not crave me for the petals bloomed around into a beautiful bright red spread.
Do not crave me for the leaves decorated around my body in a dance with the light breeze.
Crave me for the thorns around every part of me for that is where my truth lies, where all of me is real and vulnerable.

Ice cream is sweet and quite the treat
A savory delight I crave at night
At almost any time and any where,
it is worth to desert for this dessert.
Some keep it vanilla while others want a twist.
Sometimes it's good to mix or other wise switch.
Maybe you're *****; can't resist other flavored dishes?

What if you were denied it or could no longer find it?
*** how I'd crave its taste, but at least I'd lose weight.
Other substitutes are lame and aren't quite the same.
Regardless, I would survive and still be able to thrive.

Why is *** so different?

It's a biological need you'll probably say,
so you, can't compare the two.

I disagree completely.

Though we'd all prefer not to be lacking,
it's not as if we'd die for wanting.
Additionally, people have lived ascetically
and have been perfectly fulfilled and happy.
Those kinds of people aren't born that way,
but rather we are conditioned to be *** crazy.
We are made to feel as if
we are measured by who or how many we've been with.
It is validation we truly desire
and to know we always matter.
And though *** is one of life's greatest gifts,
it does not give your life an overarching bliss.

I want to jump in, swim in the river
That runs beneath your porcelain skin
I'll only come up for air
I promise, I'll fill your lungs
I'll be the medicine that you need
I want to pump through your veins
Like the drugs that you crave
I want to be there when
It all comes crashing down

I've been thinking about your lips,
And of the people who met them before me.
And I just can't comprehend the finality of that moment,
That your lips touched theirs for the last time.
It's been 8 hours since I kissed you last
And every fibre of my body is longing for you;
To feel your breath between my lips,
To ******* future on your tongue.
Urgent and delicate;
Because no one kiss is ever enough.
With my fingers in your hair
And your body pressed against me,
I'll pull you closer still,
The space between us though barely existent is far too great.
I can still hear your voice in my ear,
Breathless and whispered.
Say my name.
Yours rolls off my tongue without control.
You've got me so high,
I don't ever want it to end.
Your kiss is in my veins,
And I need another hit.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʀʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ
ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ ʙʟᴀʀᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɢꜱ
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴜɢ
ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴋꜱ
ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ, ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ, ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ
ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴀɴᴇ
ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ
ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ɢʀᴀʙ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ

ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏ
ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ, ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴇ
ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ ʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ
ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ, ᴄᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏꜱᴛ
ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀꜱ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ
ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ
ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ.

I crave for saying your name out in public
But I can't.
Why?

But,
I say it alone every night
Looking towards the ceiling
Still silently
Countless times
It sounds sweet
Every **** time!
And slowly fall asleep.