Feared Love

On the tips of the most divine tongues, lies the nameless, the ones not know to love, on the tip of your tongue my name dost rest, tasting what was of passion, inbetween the folds worthy of silver tongued licks, and kisses that bend the wills unbendable. Bitter yet fulfilling, not love, nor any form.... just lust, resting on the end of the tongue, that has touched me in every way, My body sits on the end of your tongue, yet I wish to leave, for within the eyes I've come to know, love resides, where it should'nt..... For my love, friend or foe, I wouldn't wish upon anyone....... Thoughts remain in constant decay, I lusted for you....perhaps today, yet wished for another the next, to love and then leave, for fear they might love back, hurting because I know, I can't love, out of the fear of love itself, I can't bring myself to care, when you might care to. 'My heart longs to find in another, something worthy to be called 'Love.' But Solitude rests between the fingers that long to be held, my empty arms, wish for nothing more than to hold you forever, but my mind, tells me to run, so run I do.