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Declaration : a poem


I want you.
I delare it
I say it emphatically.
I will have you.
You make in me a boldness
That I've never seen before.
I want to do sinful things with you
Yet cry "Oh God" in the midst
I want your lips to only speak my name

I need you
To whisper spells in my ear
To kiss my bare shoulders
To tell me I'm beautiful
To paralyze my soul with your stares
I need you
So I can feel the heat of your hands
as they wrap around my waist
Devouring me.

I desire you
I desire you in the worst way
I desire you breathe your air
I desire your lips
That they live below my waist
for hours and hours
and tell me secrets
That can only be breathed into me
Lulling me to sleep
In a seductive lullaby

I want you...need you...got to have you..
To excite you everyday of my life
of Our lives
I want you more than air, food or water
I want you
Need you
Desire you...
..For my survival

I've staked my claim
I want you
I need you.
I desire you
And I will
I will
Have you.

Comments

  1. hmmm ummm Now you see who commented.....

    Nice poem...You better DECLARE that and speak life

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  2. Beautiful. Love it! That's right, claim yours!

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  3. Very nice, very nice indeed!!

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  4. Ha..this was a declaration..a manifesto of sorts to me staking my "claim"..or at least it reads that way.

    Glad you all enjoyed it!

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