Do you miss me?

Do you miss me,
the way we touched,
do you miss the laughter,
or do you miss the morning after?

Do you miss me,
the way we kissed,
that our lips fit together,
do you miss the attention,
walking down the street,
do you miss the love so sweet?

Do you miss me,
and the adventure,
do you miss the tenderness,
or the smell of us in the air,
do you miss the passion,
the intensity like no other?

Do you miss me,
do you miss the long talks,
or the long walks,
along rivers of color,
deep reds and blues,
do you miss the things
I loved about you?

Do you miss me?

It really does not matter what you say...

I will never be far from your thoughts,
regardless of who you are with,
you will compare them to me,
regardless what you say,
you will always think of me,
regardless of who you are with,
you will remember the time we had.

It does not matter what you say,
time and time again,
you will know,
that when you look back,
you will have realized that
you may have lost,
the very person who knew you,
who has seen who you really are,
and who loved you because of it.

Regardless of the insults,
the mean words,
I know the truth behind your eyes,
more then anyone, I know the truth,
that regardless of what you say,
your thoughts will be of me!

It really does not matter what you say,
when you think you feel for someone,
it does not matter anymore,
because we both know,
that everyday I will be in your thoughts,
we both know that you will wake one day,
and wonder if you have made a mistake,
that I will be the one you think of,
that in your heart you will never be able to let me go...

So it really does not matter what you say!

Sweet dreams...

Sweet Dreams,

I know you're there,
bursting at the seams.

Love so full,
you're about to explode.

I want to say sweet dreams,

because you know in your heart,

That I will always love you~

It must have been you keeping me down

I've spent endless days wondering why,
thinking that I was some odd dysfunctional guy,
but then interactions with others,
made me realize,
that it must have been you keeping me down!

I've spent endless days in private reassurance,
only to read an ironic email disturbance,
the frustration in me grows,
but then others make me realize,
it must have been you keeping me down!

Now creativity flows free from me,
the seed of inspiration is given to many,
others who know and desire,
the things I have to offer,
while standing nude in the shower.

Friends and lovers who have no doubt,
about who I am and my desire to never be without,
these are the people who made me realize,
it must have been you keeping me down!

Life's much to short to be abused and hurt,
so I've wiped you clean from my life,
like a child wiping his hands on his shirt,
as my friends and lovers make me realize,
it must have been you keeping me down!

Far from sin

If you showed up on my door step,
I would let you in,
Knowing neither of us are far from sin.

If you phoned to give me an apology,
I would know it is half real,
because we live a life that is very surreal.

If you showed up on my door step,
I would let you in,
because regardless of it all,
we are both far from sin.

If you showed up on my door step,
I would give you a chance,
to make one less statement of chance,
to be truthful in knowing,
we are both far from sin!

In a dream I had last night

In a dream I had last night,
you were laying next to me,
both our bodies trembling as hands touched skin,
feeling my body heat transfer to you.

In a dream I had last night,
my fingers explored your body,
running my fingers from your head to your toes,
you laid next to me fully exposed.

My hands trembled as I caressed you,
feeling goose bumps rise and fall,
the touch of your skin against my lips,
the taste of you seeping deep into me.

In a dream I had last night,
we were one with each other,
our bodies entwined,
our hearts beating as one.

In a dream I had last night,
we explored each other,
some places new,
the others familiar.

In a dream I had last night,
no words were spoken,
just two in the heat of passions and desire,
then I woke this morning,
with nothing but the taste of you in the air.

Does he know?

Does he know?
I am the one you think of during those moments,
the desire in your heart belongs to me,
that your checking my blog for things like this,
something you don't want him to see.

Does he know?
the posts here are signs that I still care,
that they make you sit and stare,
in tender moments you wish it was me with you there.

Does he know?
you've spent days and nights in regret for hurtful words,
that in one week of our passion is a life time of his,
that someday you will want to come back to me.

Does he know?
regardless of what we've been through you still love me,
that you miss my words, my voice,
that he will never know you as I do,
as it should be.