Only you know

You know that I have a “thing” about my legs;
I feel damn insecure in shorts and that’s the reason their exhibition remains short
You know I do not like talking much in the mornings, in fact I’d rather be in solitude and you say it’s like I’m in mourning
You know I roll my eyes at stupidity; mine, yours, theirs and ours
You know how I smile after I’ve said I love you and that I always will;
Now, yesterday, tomorrow and for eons
Only you know how I cry when I’m overwhelmed;
By sadness, happiness, the need for control or sex
Only you know that every night and after gloaming I pray to God;
Regardless of my intolerance for organised religion or fads
You know how I sing to suppress stress and when I gravely need your caress
You know how my face lights up at the sight of a child or at the thought of us having our own
You know?
You know I do not have a quiet mind and that I struggle to catch sleep,
That with the ascension of the morning star is when it visits me deep
I do not eat when under pressure; I do not speak when under a dark cloud
I feel blue most of the time and it’s amazing how you have the hues nestled on your palm
Only you know all of this and how it comprises most of me
Something’s I really wish you didn’t have a clue about, so I could still remain a mystery
But I’m glad that you’ve remained, despite my unplanned mischief
Only you know,
You know?

What you should know but don't...

I have all this heat going to waste when I could be sharing it with you

I’m not overly sexual nor do I like to be oversexed, but with you I imagine the previous two to be major probabilities

From the kisses we have shared and the times our bodies have been in close contact, I know that should we get into bed it would take us sixty nine thousand seconds

This is because I would take my time exploring the landscapes of your huge mass; from top to bottom using all my senses and tongue for taste, I would assess and in turn be caressed

This heat is from the inside and It’s called love, but I want it represented, given form and have it named “to fuck”

Yes, I want us to switch between making love and fucking

Slow and smooth to fast and edged

Confusing the body, but making sense to the soul

You can have all I have to give, you can have me whole

Pressure points and g-spots explored

Mind fucks given a rest, you and I given a test

One we most certainly can pass, way beyond I believe the level of distinction

Cooling moments reached after the stroke with cloud nine

I talk dirty but only for you because I love you and you are mine