This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

What would it be like,
To feel you inside me?
Not just parts of you,
But truly,
You.

Would you laugh at my shyness?
Laugh at my ugliness?
Laugh at my shame
And my off-the-scale form?
Would it amuse you to see
The fear in my eyes?
Would you smirk at my squishiness
And try to hide your disgust
At what you found under the layers
That I hide from your eyes with?

If I were to show you the
Naked me,
Would you swallow your pride
And try to be the gentleman,
Willing your conscience to help me
Experience what intimacy is like
Because nobody else would?

But that isn’t
You.

How would it be,
To feel your weight
Press down on my
Naked flesh,
And love the feel of me,
Exert your power over me
Because you want to
Be
With
Me?

What dreams could be made manifest,
To know that you desired
To fit inside me
And know you belonged there?
Could you look into my eyes
And show me the depths of your heart,
The core of your being
Shared and joined with my own?

Could you let me
Run my hands over your flesh,
And be glad that it was me?
Would the touch of my fingers
On your naked, flushed skin
Be a joy to you because they were mine?

Would you see the heart of me
As you entered,
Sorry for the pain,
But glad for the joy of being the One
Who brought it to me,
And delighted
At being the god who broke the barrier
And brought me the ultimate
Shared intimacy?

Would you laugh at my
Pathetic fantasies,
And scorn my wicked cravings?
Would you sneer at my ideals
And smirk over the impossibility
That I could be your
One?

Who are you?

A frittering, floating dream
Of deathly hurts,
A tantalising cloud of perfumed sighs,
A Something that will always be my Nothing.

The reality of You
Would break me.

Take these tears, then,
And make a necklace for your One,
Because she is everything I could never be,
All I ever dreamed I could one day become,
But never can.

And I will hold your laughter
As a reminder that for me,
Dreams are all I have.

But in those dreams,
You are alive,
And you need
Me
As much as
I need
You.

Live,
Because I need the dream of
You
To keep me in
Reality.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.