reilymumpton

When I turned 1 I still didn't know how to speak Though I don't remember the day specifically, some relatives told me that they brought a family friend to look at me as I lay on a table, and as they loomed above me making funny faces in the hope of provoking me to respond, I peed in their face. I remember that last part. When I turned 3 I learned to let go As a surgeon for the royal air force hospital, my mother was also subjected to the new rule of no pets in the base housing. I was ushered with her and our little brown furred dog into a convoy of about 4 jeeps, stopped in the middle of a wild land with empty fields and trees in the distanc

If I could write a poem to make you fall in love with me, I would have done it the moment I met you, The moment I felt you smile.. The time you took me with that kiss. I always want to make the world better wherever I go, Speak my words and strengthen every person's will. But every time I see you it's I who couldn't speak, And whenever you touch me my world's perfectly complete. So maybe tomorrow I will be able to write the poem I long to write you, Look you in the eyes and tell you how much I really want you too. It shouldn't be that hard to say a short "I love you", But falling in love has even taken me to a place far from comple

When you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me, I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes. And when you look at me in that promiscuous way, I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day. You don't do this often most of the days, But when you do, My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return, And I can feel this love in your ever simple words. It's the kind of love I've always wanted, The kind of voice that makes everything just fine. It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had, And something I don't ever want to forget.

I was upset when you kissed me, And suddenly I couldn't remember why. It was like nothing else mattered, Nothing but this feeling in its place. I sometimes reread all the love notes you gave me when I feel this way, Count all the times you could've missed me. Day dream of all the times I dreamed about you, And I've never dreamed about anyone as much as you. So sometime I want to touch you in a small way every time I see you during the day, Just to tease you, and know you'll think of me all the same. But for now I only wish to savor your lips, And this feeling surging unexpectedly from my chest.

When everybody dreams of pixies I dream of you, The puffiness under your eyes, Making your smiles always so pretty, And the sincere love in your eyes that makes me ever so happy. It could have been your lovely voice, Or the very act of whispering that took my heart. Whispers of everything I ever wanted there to be, Betraying everything I needed you to see. And no one should let true love sift through their fingers like dreams, Because it's just too preciously rare these days, Unlike all the infatuations in the world, And the unending love I have for you.

I love the way you tease, With your finger tips on my back, Breathing hushed whispers of things I could only dream at night. I love the way your touch makes me freeze in my steps: Swaying between the need to stand still, And the temptation to shudder in mindless ways. If only you could stop teasing for even a moment, A moment for me to try to collect my mind, Then I could show you just how much it means for your love to be mine.

The touch of your breath is like a rainbow sigh Tingles more than my skin, Brushing warmth to more than just my heart, And occasionally leaves me breathless in need. I can feel the swimming gracefulness of your lips, Seemingly carrying waves and waves of trembling want. And the glitter of ocean in your eyes is one of a kind, Just like the love scented hands you are holding me with. And these words are words I could never speak aloud, Because when I am confronted by your eyes, My heart always feels like surrendering, Slowly, to your every need.

I would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk, Hear you tell me everything that ever mattered to you, And if you enjoy making out under the moonlight, I would then like to ask you to do it again. I would like to cuddle your hand to my chest, Curl your hair around my sleeves, Wipe the snow from your eyes, And flower that little smile to soften your lips. And I love to feel your soft lips on me, Emotions behind everything you whisper in my ears, Happiness in every one of your silly smiles, Touching the spark in me that is now completely yours.

We hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream, The light to what seems to be a way of desperation, Or perhaps just one to break down my seams. Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need, Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles, A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between. But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream, Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams, And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.

It's like finding a connection into my own heart, To gaze into the beautiful of something that could one day feel terrible, Trust in that you won't look away, At least not before your heart slips from mine. And I wish for it to never slip from mine, Because the only music I long to hear are your whispers in my ears, The only promises of happiness I need, And perhaps a little more taste of your soft soft lips. I love you, incredibly, And hope you feel the same indefinitely, Because I feel I want you so much you could not possibly imagine, And love you in a way where no part of my heart could be left hidden.