Nothing fills the curvature of my hand
like the cheek of that which
I poured all of my blandness
into.
For i know not the taste of my own heart
but take word
and believe that those who say it is
pure and simple and
unsociable
are right.
I don’t know what
i don’t know
so teach me
Take me and show me what it is
that your unsure and tense heart
wants from mine.
I don’t know anything except for
that i am yours
and You
are mine
I will tell you yes
and that your character’s nature is a bitter-
sweet coffee and my tongue will
pick out your saccharine
love

The Craving©
Until now I have never really FELT the meaning of craving
Yet here I am doing exactly that

I crave to write
For some unknown
Unexplained reason

The words
And ideas
Are pouring out of me

Like a faucet
That cannot
Be turned off

Why now
Why here
Why at all

It doesn’t make sense
Is it mere pretense
Or heaven sent

Do the words
Have meaning or
Is it me just screaming

My goal is inspiration
For others or
So I think

What if what I write
Readers see as
Something that stinks

So back to
Where it
All began

Why am I craving
This particular
Fall or at all

Andreas Simic©

i crave your touch
like a drug addict
craves their drug

I crave your soft lips against my own matching the rhythm of our hearts.
I crave the sounds you will make as your hands follow a heated path of desire down my body.
I crave the lips that follow it before descending on my own with an intensity that I can compare nothing else to.
I crave the molten heat you bring with every word you've ever spoken to me.
I crave your husky voice that fills with desire as I describe just what exactly I want from you.
I crave you so much that sometimes this craving scares me.

I want to feel you
to touch your skin
to kiss your lips, neck, collarbone
to caress your moving chest
to cry on your shoulder
to make your face light up with your beautiful smile
to feel free in each others arms
I crave 
to your love

l.t.

For years they pretended.
Pretending not having feelings for the other.
Years and they pretended that the spark wasn't there.

For years they pretended.
Pretending to be fine with just being friends.
Years and they pretended that they didn't crave for more.

For years they pretended.
Pretending not to care about each other's relationships.
Years and they pretended that jealousy was never there.

For years they pretended.
Pretending, but now they finally became aware.
Years and them pretending has finally came to an end.

Or so they thought,

Now they're back at pretending.
Pretending that they never became aware.

Now they're back at pretending.
Pretending, because his lover became aware.

You’re the only one I need.
Running from the late night doubts,
You’re the arms I crave.
You;
A mellow, present cure
For my tentative, diamond heart.
Tell me you love me
Then stay.
Hold me, hear me, have me,
Then leave.
Tell me you love me and run.
Brush off your hands and hold me,
So I don’t run.
So I can’t hide.
Force me
To make up my mind,
To stay or break or mask,
To destroy or to flourish.
Hold my hand and run.
With me.
Home.