Sunday, 21 May 2017

MYSTERIOUS LOVE LETTER TO MY FUTURE WIFE


Under this Fig tree my imaginations come to live, thinking and wondering about an image filled with shadows of a lady i plan to make my own, i wonder if you would ever become a reality ? you are just an imprint in my sick mind, all i have is puzzles of your innate beauty, most times i feel like i don't need your touch but when the world rests on my shoulders drowning me , i wish you can cast your hooks and lift me up out of the depths of despair, i wish you are here to share my burden, in moments of silence and desperation i seek you , i seek you between moment of breath and moments of exhale but you are no where to be found, you are but an imagination, its difficult to understand reality cause all i vision is us in lovers embrace, i have kept my self salty so that you won't loose any taste in me, i know you are the sugar that can spice us up, we are such an amazing ingredient of lust, i have starved my taste patiently waiting to savage you, what a sweet smelling insense you are, an ingredient of delusion, i thirst for you, like a million year old vampire seeks for blood.
As i wait in silence my mind plays episodes of breathtaking moments that we both could share, places we would consummate and make sweet passionate memories , the thoughts of you is like the greatest HIGH i already feel above the cloud with the blur image of your soul , i hope by now you must have figured out how passionate i am about love , it makes me so sad to pour out my heart but only to understand you are only a vision i once dreamed of.
Am hoping that the day i finally meet you that it would rain but i guess its not rain but heaven crying because a warrior and a princess have discovered there nakedeness such a seamless illusion of wet souls, then i wonder when we kiss , i guess there will be lightning in the sky breaking the yoke of depression , rejection and loneliness that have lingered between us all this while , i picture you as an ECSTATIC ART, a STATUE OF LIBERTY to my soul, am not an artist i would have sketched what i muster in my mind , you are a sculptured phantasmagorical goddess of beauty blissfully blowing me away into ecstacy but your airy figure bring me to reality of lust , my heart throbs even without seeing you i am been held spell bound by just a bewildered thoughts of shadow, you are like the wind so peaceful, blissful, filled with innocence and charm am already lost in the thoughts of you , please come and free me from this endless loop of lust, like a deep well come and draw me back to reality and hold me in your arms hope they are strong enough to hold me cause am a work of fiction, if you feel what i feel then place your palm under your bossom and feel my heart beat against yours.
#COME SAVE ME CAUSE AM LOST IN THOUGHTS OF WHAT I THINK OF YOU IN MY OWN DEEP CRAZY WORLD.
#I LOVE YOU TILL ETERNITY
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