Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "paige"

Did I scare you off, are you gone, your pinkness wet and fading?

Good. What I said earlier, I still want to do that, all of it, I am going to do all that.

What I meant, what I mean is; your presence always helped and I really appreciate it. Despite the flawlessness of your flaws, unwittingly sure yeah, but you have always impelled, enlivened, coaxed, made my words…..come.

You have always stroked something in me. Please don’t tell me I killed something in you today.

So for tonight and tonight only, I am going to allow you to surprise me. So show me something, anything even if it’s just a smile.

Fact or fiction this?

Fae you ?

Hug me and find out.

Hold still, I still want to kiss...... you. For real and in reality. Let's do that, let's make it happen. I have to, you have to, we have to kiss to remain fae. What happens after that kiss is up to you. Completely up to you. But like I uttered into you once before, a kiss leaves a trace.

Your weight, your warmth, your mass - lower yourself gently unto me and then all at once. Pin me down, ground me to my reality, keep me here whilst I take your reality. So pin me, ground me, keep me.

You are the home I lost, the home I'm looking for, the home I want. You are home.

We should have kissed sooner but we must now. Let's find you in that kiss, let's find me too, let's look for each other enclosed there.

Let's meet in the middle of that kiss, and like what we see, love ourselves and each other.

Let's kiss. Just that. I know you don't want to exist, but what about what I want ? I want to kiss you. Even if you are hiding in someone's dream. Even if you are lost in my Wonderland. Even if you are another's nightmare, or your own.

Even if you are fake. No, not that, not there, you being fake is something I won't abide. I'm done being rhetorical, I'm done being whimsical, I'm done being real, I'm done being not in you.

As long as I'm unreal I'd want you. Not soft, not pink I still want you. I want to dip my quills in your scent and write in the air around me, your scent is the only inkwell I'm using nowadays.

Now you be real and respond to this fiction which is just a reflection of your heart ; a slippery friction.

You are not my home but my home is somewhere in you. You once said to me to call upon your pinkness whenever, let me tell you something, let me tell you this. I love you, more importantly I love you here and I don't want to be here.

I want to finish everything on you. Tonight. Enough is enough, let's find a way inside you, in you, and stay there.

Gimme your mouth and watch me come. I'm coming. To you.