u/StarWarIsOver

When I tell you that you are perfect, just the way you are,
I mean each and every word.
But that doesn't mean I expect you to remain
Static
Unchanging
Just the way you are
right now.

Oh.
No, dear.

Just the opposite.

The way you ache to grow and blossom,
The ways you change from spring to autumn,
And also those winters where you feel stagnant,
Caught on the edges of a jagged fragment,

All of it.
Every bit is perfect to me.

Just the way you are
in each moment
from one day to the next.

Perfect.
You're perfect.
Just perfect to me.

could you just
stop
being so pretty and charming
for just long enough
for me to
catch
my
breath?
to gather my thoughts?
to untie my knots?

could you just
stop
being so sweet and caring
my own heart can't stop staring
all that love and grace
behind that lovely face
where the heck do you keep it?
that heart the size of Neptune's orbit?

could you please just
stop
being so smart and funny
I'd give you all my money
for just a moment or two
to try to catch up with you
(tho, sorry, that's currently a negative amount…
but we'll just pretend that that still counts…)

could you seriously just
stop
being so goddam sexy
you make whole brain messy
so please just give me a break
from thinkin' about that cake
good lord, I need a piece…
just a taste could bring me peace…

please
stop
my love
you're driving me insane
need you something awful
forgetting my own name…

or, maybe
don't…
maybe you like me crazy
maybe my mind's better hazy
maybe we're better together
maybe this is forever
maybe I'll always love you
no matter what it is you do
so, whatever you're doing, keep doing it
and I'll always be here, just losing it.

💕

I came into your eyes again
put you where I wanna see you
gave you desire you cannot tame
watching closely from that view

your eyes turned up, mine turned down
you taste my every vein
then to your lips, you took my crown
it was never seen again

you gave me mine, now I take yours
then take it once again
take it til those eyes of yours
are tearing from the strain

take you up, then put you down
and put you in your place
from here your smile looks like a frown
god, I love your face…

breath and tongues and so much sweat
do a thing, you do it right
we'll have a night we won't forget
then share a smoke… here's a light.

ok, now come here now, you little brat.
you think you've gotten away with all that?
oh, I know that you've got your reasons.
but that lil tush still needs to be seasoned.
oh, so you say you weren't being a brat?
the way you stopped to look at me like that?
ok, fine, that's the way you want it to be.
seems you forgot, you still answer to me.
so come here now, girl, you know how this goes.
lift up that skirt, but leave on that hose.
we're gonna get right to the bottom of all this.
make sure you know just right where you fit.
oh, stop that pout, it's too late for that.
don't try to pretend you don't need every pat.
count 'em for me, you know the drill.
don't wanna hear you quaver, though I certainly will.
just enough to give you your lesson.
remind you of whom you have been messin'.
won't trifle again, now will you my dear?
that's it, good girl, glad I've made myself clear.

you know what I want
I've said it very clearly
though I may not have been up front
about how often the thought is near me

the decision, of course, is yours, and not mine
it is, after all, your sweet body
but each night, to me, sounds so divine
for this particular brand of naughty

don't quite know from where the appetite comes
but it's nothing short of voracious
and god, I wanna hear how it makes you hum
oh, love, the thought gets me so ferocious

do it just after brunch,
after you've had your little shower
then later during a break for lunch,
my walls really couldn't be any lower

not gonna lie, the thought just makes me sing
sorry, babe, maybe I shoulda warned ya
but if forced to choose just one single thing…
it'd be the one thing I'm allowed to do to ya

it simply cannot be overstated,
no one needs to understand but me
but this hunger just cannot be sated,
and it flows through my mind constantly

but, hey, I know you've got your thing, too
and, believe me, that's something I also wanna do
so maybe let's get to it now, me and you
and, don't worry, I've got so many more plans than just two!

these hands may not have held the shape of you
but they know your curves by heart
and they both know just what to do
to make you come apart

slow, sensual slides
as they follow paths laid by the heavens
or resting lightly at your thighs
while to the store you're driven

a handful here, a handful there
as they hold you oh so tightly
then a handful of that lovely hair
that they comb through nightly

they'll pinch and caress
and rub and press
into your shoulders so tense

or take a quick break,
don't let your heart break!
to reprogram your little Lovense

Oh, yes, my dear
it's perfectly clear
these hands are ready for you

they'll always be here
through all of the years
adoring each inch there is of you.

the drafts folder
oh my word
so much unfinished fodder
so many thoughts as yet unheard

maybe I'll work on this one…
or maybe I'll work on that…
oh, now here's a cute one
about my stupid cat!

but no, nothing's catching today
so maybe I'll try to start afresh…
oh, here's some new wordplay!
ugh, but these ideas don't mesh…

welp, guess there's another one
tossed upon the pile
…this drafts folder sure has grown!
but I can't help but smile…

just look at all these musings!
here waiting for the spark
thoughts and dreams and everything
poured straight out from my heart

so while my drafts being so full
makes me kinda anxious
I'd prefer that to nothing to pull…
or facing a wall of blankness

oh, lovely drafts folder…
may you never run out of room!
you are the blessed holder
…and definitely not a tomb!

That smile…
Instant recognition
Comfort
Joy.
Your neck…
shoulders…
both seeming designed with my lips in mind.
Your bosom, where I feel I could go to bury every one of my problems.
That little tummy that my lips are desperate to taste.
Hips that have been driving me crazy for longer than you would imagine.
The soft roundness of your ass…
the second thing I ever noticed about you.
And, god, those legs…
it seems it would take a lifetime to work my lips down one,
then back up the other…
a lifetime spent in indelible bliss.
Before heading back up again.
To find you still smiling.
To find those eyes, with all their galaxies behind them, looking back at me
with such fondness
A journey I will take
Each and every time
I see you
From now
Until my very last
dying
breath.

You know me,
Good Ol' Mr Quiet.
Mr Doesn't Prattle On…
Mr Doesn't Start a Riot.

And quite the pair we make,
Me and Ms Talks Too Much in Class,
Ms Quick on Every Uptake…
Ms Always Filled With Sass.

But, that's just the me you see
Out amongst the crowd
Walking on the city streets
And places where it's loud.

But stick a pen right in my hand…
I become a different person.
No more the quiet and bland,
My feet, now steady and certain.

And, oh, if I've got an audience!
You'd almost think it's hearsay.
You'd almost call me bloviant!
When the world gets to watch me play.

But, oh, my sweetest gale…
If that audience includes dear you
That's when things go right off-rail
You'll never know just what I'll do.

Put my heart right on the line?
Or perhaps the needs of my body.
Explain all the ways that you're divine?
There's so little that'll stop me.

(Except, that is, I guess,
when I run into my fears…
I try not to hide too much,
but sometimes hide my tears…)

But suddenly an exhibitionist,
I guess maybe you'd say.
With my silly pen in my hand,
while with my ink I play!

Just wait 'til you've got me
'cross the table at a quiet cafe…

tonight we go out, just we two
a night spent out on the town
I've made a little plan for you
a lil secret beneath your gown

and as we walk among the crowd
my hand slips in my pocket
careful now, don't gasp too loud
wouldn't want no one to clock it

(or perhaps I think maybe I do…
is that a bit of sweat?
show the world that prettiest you
my sweetest little pet)

now it seems it's time to dine
it's al fresca tonight, my love
just have yourself a little wine
there's gonna be a buzz

order up your favorite pick
the waiter's waiting on you
and perhaps I'll give just a little flick
as he takes in your lovely view

and now the food is ready
here comes my favorite part
just try and keep it steady
was the chef really so good, my heart?

but now you're getting needy
as we head into the bar
those eyes, they look so greedy
but it's not time for that, my star

no go ahead, I'll wait right here
while you order us a round
so I can watch the fabric shear
while I'm making your heart pound

fast forward now, the night is through
I'll admit, I'm just a bit sad
but when I fog those windows with you
aw, you know I can't be mad.

in the winter, she danced by a fire near the brook
cardinals watching at every step that she took
in the spring, she danced to each flower's first bloom
catching dewdrops in her eyes that cast away gloom
by summer she would dance in the cooling spray
of the falls 'neath the trees and their gentle sway
and in the fall, she danced with the leaves, orange and red
timed to their rhythm as they fell to their bed

yes, she would dance and she would hum,
and he would watch her as she moved in the sun
quietly admiring her beauty and grace
the joy and sorrow traced gently on her face
learning the moves, and how to time his step
learning how to join the rhythms that she kept
without missing a beat, he held out his hand
hope in his eyes, and nothing more grand

did she take his offer?
it's yet to be written
but know, my dear friends
her smile…

well, it had him full smitten.

I’m a man.
I don’t need to be tucked away,
neatly into bed
or given a goodnight kiss,
right on my eepy head
don’t need to find sweet little notes
left in my bento box
cuz I know how to hold my own
how to fold my own pairs of socks
no, I don’t need reminders
of your sweet love
much too manly for that
I just scratch my beard
hand in work glove
hug tightly to my cat
cuz I’m a man, a man, you see
stoically standing proud
and I definitely don't need those things,
…'least not that I'd say out loud…

there is a word
a rare overlap between your line of work and mine
and you’re gonna think that i’m absurd
but i swear the way you say it is just divine

dunno where the difference lies
if it’s the industry, or maybe just you
i just know it’s cutisized
whenever it escapes from you

is it evil if i don't say which it is?
will it make you squirm or fall apart?
make you trip o'er your own lips
saying your terms d'art?

gotta admit, i kinda hope so!
true, i may not know how to flirt…
but into your mind i'd love to go
and just kick up a little dirt!

so if it happens, my dear
that i drive you a little bit dotty
let me make this perfectly clear:
it's just my way of being a little bit naughty!

I know the me that I project
(and the me that I protect)
don't always see eye to eye

quietly confident, sometimes just a bit dominant
(background fear of losing you, or being a disappointment)

never losing a beat, never missing a stride
(swallowing all the fear inside)

unfazeable, unflappable, unbothered, unperturbed
(unlovable, unlikable, undesired, undeserved)

seeming to wear all that I feel right there on my sleeve
(you don't need to shoulder all the moments that I grieve…)

but trying to be better, trying to give you more of me
(just don't want you to ever feel bad… even this, god, delete delete delete)

but, no, this I need to share, you don't want only pieces of me
(but is that true, do you really want this, do you want it… really?)

a steady hand, a gentle touch, that much, I guess, is true
(just hoping that I'm not too much, too much for my sweetest you)

could I tell you about the times I'm sad
without bringing you down with me, too?
and maybe you could just squeeze my hand
that's all I would ask of you
I know you'd say you'll help carry my weight
and I know you're capable of it
but being a burden is something I learned to hate
…and I'm trying hard to unlearn it
but up or down, or twisted around, one thing, dear, is always true:
no matter where I might happen to be, I will always be in love with you.

I am a man in love
I’m sure that’s the common view
Here in this little trove
Of poets old and new

But there’s more to me than that
At least… I think it might be so
I mean, I guess I do like cats…
And the way that music flows

Yeah, I definitely don’t think of how my cat
Would sit sweetly on your lap
And never mind about how my Wrapped
Is all filled up with sap

I swear I’ve got more substance!
Not just love, all the time!
And I definitely don’t notice
More than I put to rhyme!

No, I'm just a man, as you can see,
Of many varied interests!
A multi-talented man is me!
A walking, talking Pinterest!

So if sometimes you think it seems
I’m stuck on a certain topic
I promise that there's more to me!
Just, right now, I can’t quite figure it… 🤷‍♂️

so you think you know
just what these hands will do
once I come to call
and get my hands on you

oh yes, you think you know
the desires that I have
the need to have and have you all
but you don't know the half

handsy, you might call me
at least that's just a start
just a constant pawing
at my favorite work of art

I'll grab a handful here,
I'll grab a handful there
next thing you know
I'll be grabbing at your hair

but it isn't even just things like that
oh, there's so much more
my hands'll be all over you
while we're walking to the store

hold your hand in mine
or resting at your waist
or making sure you don't forget
that redness that I placed

one hand on your cheek
when we have our kiss
one hand up your dress
driving you to bliss

they say to watch for idle hands
well, you needn't worry
these hands'll make you wish they'd idle
and if so, I'm truly sorry

but these hands of mine,
they have a mind all of their own
and all along your skin, my dear
they have a need to roam

oh, I'll always be your handsy man
and I'll take good care of you
'cause workin' on my handsy plan
is all I wanna do.

love isn't always easy
it's not supposed to be
won't always be breezy
the love between you and me

but there's this one thing
I'd forgotten could be true
'til I first heard you sing
and fell in love with you

no, not on every day
will we bask out in the sun
but, babe, you just have this way…
of making loving fun.

the hard days will be hard
but the good ones are oh so good
yeah, we'll play with every card
and let this feel just like it should.