Like Water

Nothing calms these urges but the sounds of waves crashing and seagull caws. Only the caress of water eases my craves for you. Even so, while earthly elements attempt to provide me confort, your essence crumbles the little patience that is my sanity. Invading my mind, infecting me like a virtus. Your voice echoes in my head instead of tumbling waves. The water molding every curve of my body becomes your hands. A primitive heat surges, I bite my lips thinking such pitiful actions would help restrain the boiling desire you caused.

Do you even know? Do you even understand what you do to me? How you affect me? My mind and body are no longer the same. Hungry and wanton. It's both wonderful and shameful really. This burning lust that you selfishly provoked can only be satisfied by your touch. A touch that is out of reach. Separated by miles and miles. Leaving my imaginate and what little interaction you feed me. Like a flower in your quaint garden, you water me just enough to keep me alive and blooming.

Yet, there's another side to this. Levels in which complicate the situation you deem simple. You keep me in this garden for the reason it's the only place you can. Im safe along the other flowers, protected and given all resources to survive. Guarded from being plucked by the other who is your bounded half. Depressing yet lovely. A gesture i can only observe from your actions and not words. You only use words when needed, when you know I need them. You know my nature, playful and naive. How sweet and kind of you to be so patient. Even when my naivety is coated in blinding desire, you understand how to navigate and blend your experience with my lack of.

You won't seem to understand me like the water does.