I Am Grateful For My Moon, It Shines On Me Whether I'm Quiet, Unhappy, Hurting, Happy...... It Doesn't

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

Some days the moon doesn't line up perfectly. Maybe it's the actions I've taken and it is bad timing.

Maybe it's at a tricky angle and it wasn't able to shine that moment.

Don't give up.

There are always other nights.

Love....

Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.

Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.

Love is painful.

Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.

A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.

Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.

I love you my moon.

Solar eclipse by Gallery 360

Giving and Receiving, oil on canvas, 8x8 inches, 2019

That just about says it all..... It's why I try to say it often

I were a star, close to your majestic pale glow, I'd be so content.

‘wild’

It's a beautiful feeling, when in all honesty and pleased emotion, to tell her she's a good girl, when she's deserving.

No matter where I go... Where I decide to tread, I see you.

My moon, it's i in my vision, whether my eyes actually see... Or a manifestation of what I mentally need... I see you calming light, your unique comforting shape.

I never take it for granted.... Too many nights I've spent in the dark, something missing inside of me, growing numb without glow.

Come at my place tonight. You’ll reign over the skies. | By @iambrandon747 on IG.