Be Someone's Jane!

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I am selfish when it comes to you and me. Because you make me contemplate, inscribe my passion, make me tremble in sweet ache and decadence alike. You imprison my essence in monochrome, not knowing the innumerable shades you colour in me that enliven me. Bring forth enigmatic vigor that ignites every part of me, freeing me from manacles. A vulnerability that ascends me. I have read you reading every inch of me. The tables have turned and now I see you. I want to read you. I want to write you, to adequately confess.

I see you when you fiercely pen your thoughts as you sense my breath near your face. I notice you flinch every time I bite you at places seen and hidden from the world. How your eyes alter their tint every time you move in to kiss me. How I can feel you watching me as I sleep. But I want to look at you when you smile. How the curve of your lips turn, how diminutive lines accentuate your eyes. I study you too. I read you at length. I find ways just to be with you. I watch all your goose bumps rise as I begin to trace your collarbone to your very core.

Silly how you think the conversations we have make sense and serve a purpose. Maybe they do. Maybe they succor in discovering what drives your incongruity. Just a glimpse at your outlandish musings and identify who inspires you apart from me. I won't deny I feel a twinge of jealousy; I want to be the only one that steers you. I want to be the only curve you fondle, only caress you sense and the only insanity you plead. I am your Jane. You are my poet, one who composes me with pungent ethereal eyes that deliver me.  But I am selfish. I want to know what makes me rule you. How you make me want to see more of you through me. Numerous times we united but I want to feel you for the first time, every time..