I don't need to dig deep for these words in the moment.
They are tirelessly the ones that keep me afloat right now.
Every waking moment, spent searching for more,
From both of us, together, the building we adore.
Some moments are more worrisome, others proudly elating,
I know you forgive them before I say them anyways.
Like when you tell me to go to the Forge,
And I cannot immediately notice something new.
When I went to my phone I didn't notice either,
Then they yanked out the tooth, a worthy punishment.
Sparkles in the background are what catch my caught today.
Followed by the quill, forever out of reach.
The envelope is where my ship steers first I confess.
More words from you, I feel like I can never have enough.
Every morning when I awaken though, my eyes first steer,
Straight into discord, wishing you were near.
Those silent words left when you wrap up your night,
The voice notes with your golden voice are heavenly,
Making me smile so big it hurts, feeling my heart beat faster.
When you send me your selfies even behind rose glasses,
I look at every detail, including the book titles behind you.
Looking at the curls, sometimes tight, sometimes wild.
Eagerly waiting for more of the smiles, the gorgeous eyes.
Lusting for less clothing, oops I said that.
Jealously waiting for every lost second stolen by reality,
Cautious still to this point, unknowing of why, trusting your return.
All while smiling to myself that I get to share your brain.
Wondering what you use it to name this one,
When my eyes light up seeing its greatness in the Forge.
Maybe, oxycodone delusions, Percocet giggles,
I know my love will be a good girl and find one.
But the dirty thoughts you've been desiring secretly.
The words I whisper only to you.
Thinking how the mile high club could have been on the agenda.
Not a good idea, as the trouble caused when caught would be severe.
But slipping quietly into a room, away from all the eyes.
The walls shaking in the hotel as we flop about the bed.
People below hitting the ceiling, above stomping,
Wondering how we manage hours of pleasureful pain.
Cops checking on us more than a couple of times,
The slaps, screams and moans concerning the patrons.
But the desired wishes, hopeful dreams, outward side.
Eating in wonderous places with wine involved,
The brainstorming sessions, while lost in our eyes.
Nitpicking how they over season to cover for lack of skills.
The wine, not quite what you're searching for, missing a note.
Inside my head though the entire time with you,
Enjoying, amazed, intrigued, yearning, there aren't enough words.
Every second with you is worth an eternity of prosperity.
Every second without feels devoid of all meaning.
I've charted my destination, just brainstorming the meeting.