There is the ringing of things in my head, like the shoulders of mountains whipped with wind. I dine on my memories of things.
Ring-
Such a small thing, that shapes the minds desire and wrestles the heart in yearning. A binding of love and lusting of hope. Hope that all the wishes of my heart will be filled. Hopes of beauty in the finest hugs and kisses. Of talking in the hushes of our bedroom about many video games and ideas. Laying in Patrick's arms, sunlight on the walls and his whispers of content.
Yes, a simple ring. Wrought in silver or gold. Lies are not what I need, fakes are not needed either. Cheap replacements are not what is needed. But a true band of gold or silver which binds to me as to him. Yes, we know that we are bound to each other. In that knowing, there is the hope I hold of having someone love me, us and we. In it is love, for when he looks at me it is there. Knowing. This sense of belonging, to him and he to me. Diamond, hard as can be. It should be on it, sparkling out to all, emitting a light of seeing, deep into us. Sapphire, like the sea, blue in depths. Like that sea, I wish to be into him. Melded into a being which no screams escape, but warm moans. Wrapped in a swath of silken kisses unto me.
Ringing-
Ring-
Such a small thing, that shapes the minds desire and wrestles the heart in yearning. A binding of love and lusting of hope. Hope that all the wishes of my heart will be filled. Hopes of beauty in the finest hugs and kisses. Of talking in the hushes of our bedroom about many video games and ideas. Laying in Patrick's arms, sunlight on the walls and his whispers of content.
Yes, a simple ring. Wrought in silver or gold. Lies are not what I need, fakes are not needed either. Cheap replacements are not what is needed. But a true band of gold or silver which binds to me as to him. Yes, we know that we are bound to each other. In that knowing, there is the hope I hold of having someone love me, us and we. In it is love, for when he looks at me it is there. Knowing. This sense of belonging, to him and he to me. Diamond, hard as can be. It should be on it, sparkling out to all, emitting a light of seeing, deep into us. Sapphire, like the sea, blue in depths. Like that sea, I wish to be into him. Melded into a being which no screams escape, but warm moans. Wrapped in a swath of silken kisses unto me.
Ringing-
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