slowly, surely...

If he never lifts his hands to meet my touch
If he never stretches his arm to meet my hugs
If he never leans in to meet my kiss
If his outsides never meet my insides

does he ever really feel me?


"i just don't know, where i should go, so, slowly, surely, I walk away from love"

Mal(e) Nutrition...

He keeps me waiting...
on his call,
on his words,
on his smile,
on his kiss...on my lips
He keeps me wanting....
his touch
his tongue
his arms
his hands...on my hips

my insides (and outsides)
are in a constant state
of not having enough
longing, always hungry
my heart wants to be full
overflowing
and running over, satisfied


"I wanna be like those girls in the movies, to have a man so in love it makes him drop to his knees"