Release Me

Release me.

Vanity lost is beauty revealed.

Recalibrate love from hearts concealed.

Finding premonitions of wondrous bliss.

Translucent composure released by a kiss.

Simultaneous quivers ejaculate themselves.

Into heart felt emotions we delve.

Memories and angers put to rest.

Decisions a new, to start out fresh.

No more finger pointing.

Anticipated smooches prepare loves anointing.

Time won't wait.

The answer is here right now.

Change is on the horizon.

Just ask me how.

I prayed for this moment.

You in my arms is the ultimate atonement.

Can we just lock ourselves in this feeling.

Be in love like our beginning.

Kiss away the pain.

Until theirs no room for blame.

We can embark on a new love.

No looking back.

Release the doves.

No more cares about our faults.

We won't go back there at all.

If we can't look towards whats right in front of us.

This special gift of love is so wondrous.

If we cant turn our backs on all our wrongs.

Learn, forgive and move on.

Just let it be.

Just let it be new.

Just let it be love.

If we just can't let it be.

If not.

Just release me. 

LQ

First

First

First, and far most.
I'd like to thank you for being you.
For being by my side.
For staying true.

Swag swipers, and shine blockers,
are no match for your loyalty.
You stay loving me, being my queen.
The mere act, exalts me to royalty.

You flow like an aphrodisiac
saliva through my drive.
Placing cursors on links,
making the obvious easy to find.

Cheesy flavors of your smile I yearn.
Mouse overs quicken your departure, and return.

You are sexy gone viral.
Downloaded pleasure,
unwarranted searches,
apprehend your arrival.

Status: textually active, in a textlationship.
I view your post, and lose my grip.

I think about the possibilities of us.
When life rains its doubts.

I think about the possibility amid.
I think about the possibilities without.

I opt for the first.

The one that squeezes my azz,
scratches my back.
Quenches my thirst.

I think about you.
How you became the first breath up out of a dream.
If I may,
if I can,
let me borrow
Barry's words;
you're my first,
you're my last,
my everything.

LQ.