twelfth hour promise

twelfth hour promise

When I wished to be loved,

there were things you didn't understand.

When I spoke aloud my desires and hopes for the future,

the face of both included yours.

When I gave every bit of adoration, to soak your adventurous heart in,

you didn't understand that they were gifts.

you didn't understand that I gave this, all of these candid fragments of my typhoon filled mind, that I expected no returns, or praise .

That the love I wished you to give needn't be soft.

I wanted more, the love and comfort of being true and baring every true bit of who you are at heart...

I don't require a soft lover.

Or gifts to be returned in waves and bouquets for show, I crave a simple love

the way your eyes darken in response to the desire which growls in your belly,

the way your heart races as I elaborate on all the things I find to be beautiful about you.

To adore you simply,

to adore you sincerely for all the light and shadow of you,

I would have done all of this for you.

I would have done all this and more.

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