Notary.

Null and void.

No longer does she wait.

It was but a dream state, that felt like immersion in liquid amber.

Hot, sweet, and tangy, with a dash of salt.

Richly hued and imbued with tones of cotton candy, Crème Brûlée and swirling Sangria.

Now, simply a bowl filled with the remnants of water colours mixed together. Gently graying as each moment ticks by.

When the hues are gone, there will be nothing left.

And parted lips, that so longed to be next, will silently close.

Ending a very long chapter of the heart.

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Tell me …

something I don’t know

make it delicious.

Tantalize with your words

and

spin a web of sin

so that I may catch myself in the silken threads.

Hold me close

whisper

sweet nothings

that mean everything.

Talk to me of the stars and their incandescence

whilst waltzing through a dream.

I want to know what it’s like to be entranced, entrenched and enchanted.

Please …

Okay.

I miss you.

Your words so crisp

intimate tones

the prospect of fingertip caressing moments.

When I think of you butterflies still erupt forth

fluttering their wings from the inside out.

Time.

It just takes time.

And timing is everything,

isn’t it?

The hour of our discontent …

I’m awake.

I hate the earliness of my awakened state.

It’s the in between.

It’s not late, nor is it early.

Instead, it just ‘is’ …

I think too much when it’s dark and quiet,  and my longings run wild.

Sleep, I want to sleep.

Sleep brings restoration, peace and a quiet mind.

I want to leave this world of darkness and preternatural stillness to its own devices.

Not to be roused again until the sun shines high above, coating the world with rays of light, that catch the dew on sweet green grass. Bringing forth bits of rainbow colour.

Enfold me once again night, and let me be.

Questions …

Would it be so wrong, if thoughts of me brought you to your knees?

What would it hurt, if my lips were your savior?

Would the world stop spinning on its axis, if the soft sweetness of my skin was your comfort?

Do you believe that my fingertips, trailing across your cheeks, could bring you peace?

Will you let me in?