The Hopeless Writer

The sun came kissing my bare skin this morning. A pretty girl's lying peacefully in my bed. Birds were happily singing outside my windows. A scent of Lavender still lingers in the room. Oh, my pretty lady... I was fascinated by her natural beauty. Sunlight's shining on her perfect figure. As I drew a line down her flawless silky skin, I felt a tingling on the tip of my fingers. I love kissing her luscious lips. As much as I love the curve of her sexy hip. But every time I kissed her solf sweet petals, I thought of you. Every time I hold her in my arms, I thought of you. The spicy scent of her perfume just only reminded me of yours. The touch of her couldn't compare to yours. The way you passionately heated me up... The way you moved through my entire body. The way you lead me through the whole night. And the way you made me reach new unknown hights... Oh, my beautiful lover... It's such a painful pleasure, just to think of you. Longing for your touch... Endless hunger f...

The place is so empty... I still remember when there was you and me... I still recall how it used to be... When there was a sound of giggling and laughing... When the room was filled with love... When there was pictures of you and me hung on the wall... When there was our footprints on the floor... The place is so empty now... It's like there's something missing, some how... Though the scent of you still hang in the air... Your jackets still hang on a chair... I can feel you here and there... The shadow of you is everywhere... Every corner I can hear your voice... Every mirror I see your smile... But the place is really empty now... There's something different. There's something changed. The place seems to be soul-less. The feeling of emptiness. The touch of loneliness. And the steam of sadness. I wish you back to life again, the empty place. I wish you back to your grace. I wish you the best... The empty soul, the empty place... Yosita Anita V.