I WANT TO…

I WANT TO…

I

WANT TO…

I want to write a poem…
Of how much I love you…
I how much I’m lonely without you…
I want to put the words in the right order…
I want the words to stick like a command to a soldier…
I want to confess how much I miss your laugh…
Your smile,your eyes,your walk your talk…
I want to tell you that you made things better when life got tough… I want to scream that I miss your touch…
How you’d caress my soul with your pure love…
How you’d make my insecurities and fears…
Disappear…I want to tell you how your fingers…
Were live magic wands…
They’d draw circles on my skin and caress every inch of me…
They’d make me let my guard down and let my demons out wild loose and free… Your fingers would render me weak…
   My body wanting yearning wailing screaming for more…
You reached deep down my core…
I’d love to shout out how you undressed my soul…
And tried to fix each and every broken piece to make it whole…
I want to write about how you appreciated me despite my flaws…
And held me up during my falls….
I want to write a poem for you but I’ve not found the right words to… 
To tell you thank you for loving me the way you did…
For respecting me…

For making a peasant feel like a queen…

For being such an amazing being my king…

I want to write a poem like no other just for you…

For them to know that it was a story like no other…

Even though its a short story…we had one another… 

We cared for each other 

You’ll always be my King even without the Kingdom the palace and vineyards…