Habnabit Reads Bad Poetry!

Yet

I'm falling,
Yet you're not
There to catch me.
I'm crying,
Yet you're not
There to soothe me.
I'm reaching,
Yet you're not
There to be felt.
I'm screaming,
Yet you're not
There to hear me.
I'm gone,
Yet you're not.
There to care.

I'm Dreaming

I'm dreaming...
Of drawing my fingers
Across your skin,
Digging in,
Marking you,
Of holding you down
Forcing you to accept
My caresses,
My kisses,
Of running my lips
Softly down your neck,
Enticing a pretty sound
From your throat,
Making me smile.
I'm dreaming...
Of you...

On This Day

On this day, I thee wed,
All doubts and fears, I shall shed.
My heart and soul, I give to you alone,
Forsaking all the others I've known.

On this day, I thee wed,
Thanking God for where I've been lead.
My eyes alight with excitement and fear,
A common condition when you are near.

On this day, I thee wed,
In a dress so white and roses so red.
Your hand outstretched and offered to me,
I respond in kind, and 'you' and 'I' become 'we'.

Addictive

My body craves you,
Needs you to touch me.
I must feel you beneath my
Fingertips now.
My arms reach out for you
And tremble when they grasp
Nothing.
My ears strain to hear your
Sweet voice whisper to me,
And sigh when they are met
With silence.
My lips call out for yours,
And are harshly rebuked
By your absence.
My eyes seek yours out, and
Cry when when they see
Everyone but you.
I need you, my charming narcotic,
Would you deny me?