Naughty-obsessions

what if what if we were one if you were my soul nothing could be done please dont let me go if i were your heart the cost would be so high we should never part staying side by side could we survive if one no longer felt if the other were to die what would be dealt

the dream i dreamt i found the one to be my moon and my sun the one to make me whole the one to trust with my soul to forgive the indecent and honor the consistent lover at night, friend in day belonging to each other in every way opening my heart as much as i could to allow this one all that i should waking, finding it a dream trying not to let the tears stream taught something of value for this dream was untrue you must live a life full of strife to enjoy the small things that it brings

missing you you've taken it and gone, to where i don't know but i now feel numb with this giant hole i wish i could be crying, but have to withhold i wish i were dying, I'm so very cold i miss you so much, living without my heart taking the gut punch, I'm falling apart you've taken what is mine, left me to yearn leaving me to pine, i guess ill never learn

This poem is about sex. (yeah, that got your attention) This poem is about sex. This poem is about love. This poem is about living in your sexuality instead of being afraid of it. This poem is about saying “fuck you” to everyone who told you it’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s shameful. This poem is about the sin so natural it takes you to heaven on earth. This poem is about turning the key, finding your voice, making your own choice. This poem is about independence, decision, instead of buying into all their misery. Honestly. “Abstinence class” 150 pages of health text book telling you “