if i made love to you
right now
it would be
a sad love
of olive branches
broken
and hearts
that have bent
under the
resounding weight
of everyone elses
needs
and the terrible truth
that i
still have
my own.
and thats all they are
my own.
and
you,
in my arms
‘neath my weight
‘tween my legs
in that place
where my mouth
and my fingers
meet plenty
meet air
meet you,
youd be in trouble
cause for once
in unchained time
my heart would beat louder
than my mind
ever could
and that
would be
all.
all youd hear
and all i
would finally
know.
and that my love,
is where i
lose
my
words..
lifeofawillow 
If I could like it twice, I would. Beautiful piece.
Thank you so. For reading and appreciating.
gorgeous
Thank you so.
Thank you so!