Caress with fingertips
Love with fingerprints
Spread a five fingered palm into my skin,
Sink nails deep
Smooth away impressions of sheets.
Heal my body with coolwarmcoolwarm hands
Cover me.
| I do love hands. |


Don't Know What. Don't know what to do with you anymoreDon't Know What. by ~charlydateddybear
Thinking about leaving you here
All alone.
How scared would you be,
Standing in the dark,
legs crossed, balance and chin
wobbling.
How wary would you be
When I made noises in that dark
Sounding like all those scary things
You've only thought about.
Don't know how to handle you anymore
Your wild temper, words and blank eyes a bore.
Thinking about leaving you here
Stranded and alone in the middle of this busy room.
Watch you from afar, smug but not quite enough.
Awkward shimmying through the crowd
Shy politeness guarding those nasty, sharp eyes
Worried for my health, worried for my sanity


Fascinating Hell bent on destroying myselfFascinating by ~charlydateddybear
I ripped and nibbled
Chewed and nudged
Flicked and licked and nipped
Until I blossomed
Red and white and pink
Slipping over pale teeth and dark tongue
Nudging out shyly in ripped overtones,
Slipping into cracked, dry, dull territory.
I plumped and ached and became
Fascinating.


I Miss Him I miss him.I Miss Him by ~charlydateddybear
like a husband misses a wife when apart.
like a child feels when left at school.
abandoned
lost
confused.
where am I,
without you?
I miss him
with a deep ache,
one that keeps rooting
down down down
to the pit of my stomach
to the drop-stop of my gut.
that nervous
whatisgoingon
I'mscared--help
feeling.
I miss him.
I've been afloat.
confused and set loose
for far too long.
I miss him.


Dubstep Makes Me Crazy fingers trembling with need-Dubstep Makes Me Crazy by ~charlydateddybear
that passion you don't feel
ever so often.
that yearning pleading tugging
in your heart and your mind and your
body going
tingle-tingle-tingle-listen;
write for me.
scribe for me.
tell my story the way
I want it.
write my words
in those loop-de-loops I like
write my words with
those sharp spikes and
alternating swoops.
write my words with
real passion and real heart and
all those things
you want to
read.
Arms aching.
I did not want typing
I wanted pen and ink and
paper against skin.
This will do,
this will do.
Music is ending,
you can feel it
slowing.
you can feel it,
sobbing. why i