Illimitable Clandestine Yearn

 Illimitable Clandestine Yearn

(ICY) ~Miss A

I’m sorry, well I wanna narrate, for once I wanna see you in pain,
So fathomless, it’ll cut you, ‘cause I wanna know your limits, never to cross again,
Because I’m authoring a story, which with words alone you could never explain.
Illicit and filled with agony, that I feel, I hope to share, no complaints.

I wanna know my presence matters, hell lot to you,
I wish to give you all, so quote me the truth.
I wanna know my safe place, I wanna know you too,
I wish to know where my all belongs, what hold in my ICY.

Your kiss will take time to register,
Your touch would somehow always stay on my skin.
Before I pledge to be all yours,
I’ll sigh, in relief, to know you gleam with trust in me.

I don’t think it’s ethical, to conclude everything,
It’s more beautiful, burning, kept safe inside my core, but sadly that I wish to quote,
So, I hope you’ll show understanding, to the depth of my sincerity as well.
I’m going to rehearse my lines again, so please state yours too.

Because my heart loathes to hear these words,
Words which go like, “Never compromise yourself for anyone,”
“Because to me, you’re everything, and I can’t afford to lose it.”
It freaks me to know that I wish to be convinced.

It’s a guilty pleasure to know I belong somewhere.
To know that for somebody, I am a prized possession.
To be bonded in a strong string, and all yours to be fondled.
It’s like a fantasy, it slips under your breath, and you sip it without knowing.

And the forte you begin with, you remember, fades like a bad dream,
But I wish all the love that exists comes to you,
I wish to take a chance, over and again, to love you more.
It suddenly makes me willing to go beyond my abilities.

Tilt over the stones, just to see you win.
But if I upset you, I wish you to know, it’s you over me,
And if I did it wrong or broke your heart, just explain to me what it is.
Tell me, “Just be here near me, and for both of us, I’ll find peace.”

My left side is in pain, for I never-ever wish to leave,
The nest that I built is spread near the sea.
A breeze, a wave; it scares me, will not spare.
Hold me up, move me closer, I hope I find my destiny.

When I’ll wake up to eyes filled with tears,
Wet from the most beautiful dream, so beautiful, I’d hope it’ll be true,
It’s the time, I wish you to be silent, just hug me, it’ll enough, a delicacy.
For I won’t share the scene, I just wanna cuddle, slowly watch it.

To enter a phase in life, noticing each divine view turning real,
To secretly manifest you, and to realize, I already have you all to me.
To think I’m in a dream, to be scared to wake up, only to know pinches hurt,
To deeply thank the mother of all, for scripting my earthed feelings.

If it’s too much for me to take, tell me, “You deserve it all my love,”
If it’s overwhelming, ignite me with, “There’s a lot more to come,”
If I’m sad convince me, “It’s okay; for you have me right here, my love,”
If I’m skeptical, question me, “Is it everything? I wanna hear more.”

A young heart in love, forgets the world it’s living in,
And with the same thought in mind, I think Romeo ‘n Juliet wasn’t foolish,
Everything comes to you, and walks away elegantly, like a lamp of dark in daylight,
Leaving the night cunning and filled with something with nothing to see through.

When I’m cold and insecure, don’t do me fairies, say “The shadow always chases the master.”
When it’s clear blue or rainy, tell me “The wind of satisfaction lures you, just like jasper.”
Never let me be lonely, for I could not bear it any longer,
It feels like I’m living in a memory, somewhere sanctified I begged in.

You know my name, it’s yours to take,
“You know my smell, it fits you well,”
You believe I’m worth it, it’s more than anything.
“You’re true to yourself, and I have you; it’s everything.”

 

ICY <3
: Horizonless (level of depth of) Secret Wish. 

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