If only I could defy space, and pause time, run to you, with arms open wide, and in that moment at last be yours and you, be mine. I could hold you, feel you, everything real, this time is ours to steal, you wanting me! My shy hands running up your chest, over your vest, your long arms encircling me in their safe serenity. Here and now it doesnt matter who does and who does not believe, because youre at long last with only me, even when they said it was not a possibility, that loving you made me weak. Never were friends and family more wrong, for loving you, living you, breathing you has made my heart strong. I am weak only in the knees, and in my inability to breathe, its as if I hear you whispering to me, so soft, and sweet, Ally, PLEASE, believe...... Believe in me, believe in fate and destiny. Who are they to say we cant be, when they dont know you, and they dont know me....... Two hearts together drawn by the symphony of the same song only they can hear, two minds who could not be more like if they tried, two people so far apart, but could not possibly feel more near. Youre right here with me, Dear. In my mind, it took you no time at all to find me, as always you have the BEST timing, and I cant stop writing these words rhyming because theres something utterly divine about you finally being forever mine, after so long have I pined! Oh soft! Run such delicate fingertips through my hair, kiss gently my lips, give me again and again your kiss, let the taste and feel of it linger there! Cup the curve of my cheek, in your big, soft palm, smile at me, that secret in the corner of your lips so playfully tugging, were hugging, and its more than I can believe could ever be, as you tearfully say its always been me. The most joyously of tears fall, two people who found eachother through it all, so long rejected, so long alone, never truly having someone to call my own. Here in your embrace, staring up shyly into such a handsome, glowing face, Ive after all this time, after twenty-four years of life have found my place and a love like none I could have ever writ of or known, here at last, I can forget my forlorn past, for Im finally, finally home. Oh Benedict! Can I whisper your name in the night, as I sit here bathed in moonlight? Gleaming with the feelings I cant begin to fight, for nothing ever in my life has felt more real and right. Blessed the best of all names most certainly is, feeling so soft and gentle upon my lips, For in your name is your kiss, I need only to say it aloud to feel your luscious, full lips. Cupids Bow to Cupids Bow, its as if God himself were showing us where our mouths were meant to go, I need only look at them to feel his arrow. Were ever a man and a woman more a pair than we? Were ever to people meant so to be? You and me with our pale marble skin, so similarly sculpted lips, abundant curls, intelligent minds that whirl and reel, that deal so clever with words and literature, not to mention hearts that feel so deeply both the happiness and the hurt. Two broken halves made whole forevermore, now that eachother they have found. Two people living on opposite sides of the world, yet living the same life, parted only by 14 years, yet still they unknowingly carried the selfsame hopes and fears, the astoundment resounds! I feel you Ben.......... I know, its not pretend. I feel you warm so deep within my soul, I hear you in classical symphonies, and forgotten songs in centuries old. I see you in top hats, cravats, Austen Novels and waistcoats. I see the glowing light from your blue-green eyes when it seems there is no hope of having you. I feel your nose teasingly against my cheek, when I ask myself if Im as they speak, crazy for wanting you, for this love to keep........ You always say the same thing, If youre crazy, Dear, than as am I for I feel the same. Out of nowhere you came, and I think of you, and somehow know youre thinking of me too. Oh Benedict. If I am mad it is only for wanting you. The need, the relentless desire, to have your beautiful body lay aside me at night, to see your sweet, tired eyes embers in the dark, before you hold me tight, my hand over your gently rising chest, and beating heart. You are, in every sense a work of art, Ben, I cant say it enough, again and again, you are my Adonis, that man all of me wants, its true. The man for whom my heart was designed to belong to. Only you. Whats a girl to do, when she wants her boy? Where are my auburn curls with which to toy? Where are my broad shoulders to kiss and rub, wheres that freckle on your hip, or the lips that I cant get enough of? Where is my man, who loves me like no one else can? Where are my warm Cumberbatch Cuddles, and jade-sapphire eyes, crinkling at the sides, magic pools of blue-green light, beckoning me to lose myself in? What is life without him, however could I exist? Why is London so far from where I am? Whats a woman to do without the strong, delicate hands of her laughing Brit? Where does she fit, in such a world, this starry-eyed girl with a love, they cant make sense of? What is the moon without the sun, what is life without love, what is the page without a pen? What is Ally without Ben?
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 08:47:22 +0000
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