Dear Lover

Breathe into me! I close my eyes and it's you I see your kisses are a disease, a love unclean. Picture a paragraph, words exposed. Purple haired goddess of my dreams, whisper in my ear your sexual claim. Afraid of what was but with a promise. What I would give to taste your kiss ... Days to months, months to years. I've been forced to sit alone and count these tears. I miss everything about you from physical to emotional the need is true.