I can't be what you want and be
Who I really am inside
I may not let my heart be bound
Though I do love being tied
Take me roughly on the floor
And make me scream your name but
Please don't try to make me yours
I do not like that game
Yes a match made in heaven
That creates a desire made in hell
Riding tides of pleasure
That ebb and richly swell
The craving deep inside
I fight myself to keep it all in scope
Wanting to touch you
One day there may be hope
Maybe when I'm old and gray
And my life's gone around the bend
I'll stand in front of you
And reach out for your hand
YOU ARE READING
On my journey towards him...
PoetrySo many roads...I see mine traveling to a man I wish I had met twenty years ago. Here is the poetry I have written to him from September 2014-February 2016 Seni çok seviyorum, sevgilim, sonsuza kadar.
