swing for life

dating you is like eating a packet of Opal Fruits. You make my mouth water, you do, you do - especially after feeding you tiramisu. I miss you, my Soul misses you, but I know, I know, you'll be back soon. The thing is, soon just isn't soon enough. What am I to do until then?

I know what I'll do 'til you return, my love. I'll write poems to you by candle light 'til my fingers and shoulders ache. I'll cry until I can cry no more - 'til my tears put the Candle light out. Then I'll crawl to bed and touch myself with my aching fingers while thinking of you, my love. Sleep will then be sweet. I will dream of you. Us. Making love. Riding purple waves. Mermaids, you and I. Your soul, my soul, intertwined - joined at the point where the moon kisses the sun.You are my first love and my only love. Others have never lived up to your aura, the glint in your eye, your creativity, your hands, your smile.Yes, you are my First love and my last. For is it not the wind that sent you to me? Landed you at my feet? We connected. Right then. Right there.Skip towards me in our dreams and I will belly dance for you - my stomach rolling in gentle earthquakes. Tip the candle light towards my belly button, my love, and let the wax baptise my skin. Pull my hair, it likes it by growing towards you. Take me from behind and I will say your name in seven different languages.When we are spent, when we have had our fill of each other, spoon into me and we will sleep a sleep within a sleep within a sleep where clashing gods cannot wake us. We will only awaken when the sun knocks on our door.I loved you the first time we met. And I will love you again. And again. In this life time. And the next.You will remember me. In the next lifetime. You will. A first love and a first love always do.