Infinate Playlist

You know that feeling?
That feeling when you just want the right thing
to fall into the right place,
not only because it's right,
but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible?
I want to believe that.

~Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

I want to lose

myself in you,

sink into your skin,

draw you in,

clutch at your chest,

know you know best,

but you frighten me,

nay,

I’m scared to death

that you’ll be my downfall,

my final breath,

so don’t let me discover

your beauty within,

just stop me,

just end it,

before it begins.

~j~

That Moment

there's something to be said
for a man
who can do to you
with one press of his finger
what no man has accomplished
in a lifetime...

~j

If she were a kite,

he’d be her string.

If she were a bird,

he’d be her wings.

If she were a boat,

he’d be her sail.

If she were a beach,

he’d be her pail.

If she were a street,

he’d be her light.

If she were a day,

he’d be her night

~j~

Faintest scent

of coconut,

softest whisper,

I say, “what?”

then hear you now

as you repeat

and, once again,

my knees go weak

for it’s not

the what

but the how

with you,

in all you speak

and all you do,

that truly touches

the deepest part

of the

deepest secret

in my

deepest heart.

~j

For you?

Every apple in Eden.
To the core.

I’d of eaten them all
and then prayed for more.

~j

I want to

share a kiss,

stay like this,

feel like this,

pray like this,

touch like this,

ache like this,

please like this,

take like this,

breathe like this,

give like this,

need like this,

LIVE LIKE THIS.

~j

many a boy will try to conquer your entire terrain

fret about his time divided, on your entire landscape

with me, this won't all be done in vain

but your hand in mine, sticks to my brain

and flows direct to my heart, like a damn express train

your grasp, that clench, 

the beat of your heart in the palm of my hand

melts me to the core

that simple move alone, 

makes me love you more

~j~

You might very well

be the death of me.

And I mean that me

that I’m no longer

meant to be.

You might very well

be the birth of her.

And I mean that her

who’s been living

but has never been heard.

~j~

your body

 by light of the dim bulb

casts a spell on me

so arousing and so stimulating

i am beyond overwhelmed

i have breathed you in

in those moments with my lips on your neck

when i can taste the salt of your skin

and beneath your skin

i can feel your pulse

and like a slow tick tock

of a reassuring clock

it puts my body at ease

in your arms

my body can feel

 the breath beneath your chest

which in it, carries my breath away

i have clenched at your skin

and beneath my grasping hands

i simply can not get enough of you

and i know this

when i am near you

i am completely intoxicated by you

i want so badly the moment

 to freely

give and take

without fear

because i know in those very moments

i will lose myself in you

and not want to be found

j

:::

My life is like a book
with a crease in its page
shutting me off
from those one in the same,
like a line through the heart,
or a spine bound in glue,
I just pray someone, someday 

could read me

[and I'd prefer it were you]

~j~