You keep searching for that missing piece, The one thing that will fill your void, That will plug the hole through which leaks Your soul, keeping you from the good Choices you wish you could make. Through this space enters the fear That freezes you in your tracks. And that missing piece? I am here.
I speak from my research. I speak from experience. I speak from my heart. I speak from my soul. I speak the truth. Listen to the words and actions.
I love you.
I would do anything to fill your voids, even emptying myself to fill you.
I will love you As fiercely as the sun beating down, and as gently as the rain nurturing the ground until you blossom.
Waiting is hard, almost as hard as the frozen Canadian ground in February, when the sun fades early and dark is all around.
Do you want to sleep with me? No my dear. I want to fuck you as you’ve never dreamed of. I want to make your heart cum. I want to make love to your soul. I want you to experience Heaven, The way I do whenever I am with you.
It is the space in the bowl That gives it its value, It is the emptiness within That allows the receipt of love.
Your heart may be stone but if it is held closely it can be warmed.
Admit your weakness and admit me to your heart. Battle the darkness with me, together.