The wait...

Jus wanting to know someone before the emotion forces control is the only way to remember someone after the fact of how luv forgot about like once it's gone too far... When one is jus needing to see an other in rare form where friends are made without the chasing of passion in depths that eventually drown smiles in the bitter heart... The rush is unnecessary if use is to be found laying about in arms willing to wrap worth up for a lifetime of joy... As the mind must have control n only allow real individuals to partake in a happiness created to be lived n remembered that fills the ultimate void... As ends ain't to soon for comforts to settle prior to the attempt to extract reason with a choke hold gasping for air repeating what the fuck.!. There's a potential feeling only if real resists the fluctuations of desires for jus long enough so a new face doesn't fade away after rolling around with the shallows of unforgettable lusts... Life craves to attach yet it's within the mental comprehension that doesn't lie for to have the linger of a body closer than trust can earn its keep... Touched in a different kinda way to fill the empty space in thoughts that wonder of getting along as no ones willing to leave... Shapes are more than images brought about by movements of silhouettes gaining features from shadows claimed by nights listening to whispers on pillow tops... The skin tingles with shivers when use crosses the eyes witness to a rare one looking back as stares lock in a pause as a friendship has the makings of what makes characters not playing roles pop... Standing out in the middle of nowhere or in a room with or without others as the connection is between two motions so deep is the display there is no return... Jus waiting on that maturity to surface upon expression that never breaks intent with the vulgarity of useless words...