Still Star Crossed

I want to be absolutely, shamelessly, and vigorously in-love.

I want there to be not one barrier before you.

So that you can touch me how you want to.

I want you to hear my conviction, I wouldn’t ever deny you.

I want the yonger generations to dream of being us.

I want the older generations to scrunch their noses up at our displays and affection.

I want you to be unmerciful with each kiss.

I want you to never hold back, be relentless.

I want them to see.

I want them to see how, to separate from me would be an act of self harm.

No need.

How silly, to deprive one of their other.

How silly indeed, to hide that you bleed when I bleed.

I want to make you feel how it feels when you laugh.

Its infectious, the amount of joy you release onto me.

So much so, that I wish I could send some back.

I want for no one, but you.

No one, but your existence existing before me.

I want to let myself be absolutely, shamelessly, and vigorously loved by you.