I miss saying those words.
Ain't nobody loving me but myself,
Ain't nobody sending me flowers and sprucing up my day.
Words that welcome the brittleness of my heart,
Not caring if it'll hurt.
I love you too.
Words that I long to have leave my lips,
To a well deserving stud on the other end.
Colour my heart in red,
Violet and royal blue,
Get my heart ready for a deserving stud at the other end,
Adorn my silk soft dress, hair well too arranged for an occasion nothing short of special,
Standing by my side,
a well deserving stud,
Of words I have longed to have leave my lips.
Love,
My dominant inspiration,
On a day as special as this one,
When I open the gates to my soul,
and let you in.
Quite the risk I'm taking,
For a well deserved stud like you by my side,
Stand here long enough, will you?
Watch me crumble with desire to have you close,
Soft touch, calculated embrace,
Slow enough for me to feel every nerve ending awakened,
By yours credulous presence,
Maturity of my being,
after so many a hurt,
Will be more than ready to have it all in,
And take nothing out,
But the words I have longed to have leave my lips,
I love you too.
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