Lonely Lullabies

As the temperature drops, the depression of scarcity or belief thereof sets in. Melodies of missed interactions, memories of meaningful moments, thoughts running.

I wish you were here, with me. Not loving someone else, I wish that my time with you would not have expired. I hate the overdue fees but you checked out when I checked in. Unavailable, no answer? These songs of sorrow mixed with holiday cheer can drive a person mad. It can run you into a depression a place of empty people, positions, and opportunities so that you can feel warmth. It’s not pleasant, not unless you have that internal warmth the LOVE that burns and keeps you cozy.

If I could take time to sing to you, it would be filled with lonely lullabies, please don’t leave and tell me good-bye.

Separation, death, loss, and seemingly lost. Swimming in a pool of emotions, floating to songs of love forgotten, movies of fairy tale endings. That yearning for closeness. I need action, money transactions, and deep what the fuck, that was so damn good. I’m too tired for round 2 but let me just taste you til you drift asleep passion.

If I could take time to sing to you, it would be filled with lonely lullabies, please don’t leave and tell me good-bye.

Date nights that begin at home and end the same way, ideas to create, moments of fun, endless laughter. Yet my company is non existent. The room is filled with silence and a stench of aged cognac,porous cigars, and subtle musk. I sink deeply, finding refuge in solitude, no suitable thoughts just mental release.

If I could take time to sing to you, it would be filled with lonely lullabies, please don’t leave and tell me good-bye.

Dressing you up, watching you put it on, so that I can take it off later. Jamming and laughing, dancing and listening, gazing and eating. Sparking a constant flame, a consistent curiosity to know you deeper, a constant thrust to push deeper, a louder moan to go harder, a copious flood to have you wetter. Foreverplay and after.

If I could take time to sing to you, it would be filled with lonely lullabies, please don’t leave and tell me good-bye.

The idea of us together is such a wonderful way to drift into a sleep. YET, Since you are not here it sounds like the perfect LONELY LULLABY…

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