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Perhaps tonight's interpretation of Bush's 'Letting the cables sleep' leaves nothing for me to write.
Perhaps the reason I'm writing at all is due to fact I simply can't sleep, for these milliions of thoughts I'm keeping of you prevent as such and I suppose this feels like I'm actually saying these things to you in real-time. Silence is not the way, heaven is on the way and we'll wrap the world around it. These thoughts simply don't let me hide from my overdue submission to you.
For want of clearly analysing this. For analysing me and you. The me and you that makes me smile and think just how amazing we could be. For one night's lust in your warm arms that would make me feel more like a woman than I ever have, would satisfy this insatiable desire I have to touch you how you long to be so touched. To remove you from your every-day's myriad of thought with simple caresses and warm, damp kisses that slowly delight the parts of you that ache to feel my breath just once. With ever so much intent, have my pulse race in time with yours to gradually and sensuously amount to sensations we both so long to experience, with each other, for the very first time.
Thoughts of you are my only fill tonight, between these stars that lay shattered across the sky. I listened to the radio play my song as i watched my cigarette smoke wisp like white light far into the night, which even then, that moment could not provide the beauty it would seem to. Not in comparison to closing my eyes and feeling you touching me again..feeling the impetus that seeps through your fingertips onto my skin and through my every being.
For want of you. for want of having the courage to send these words which barely justify my reason, to you.
Whatever you say it's alright, whatever you do, it's all good.
Whatever you say, it's alright.
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