You can see it all from my window;
open wide, no blinds,
all at my window.
The show has begun.
Every night I headline,
dress then rewind; so fine.
Moonlight on skin;
sin invites our minds.
You strive to remain in hide,
outside my window.
Lust drives me and you.
Slow, ribbons flow down to my shoes;
heels, a seductive red.
On my bed, I relax.
Be my witness to climax,
from outside my window.
I just ache
to be touched by you
still swimming in heat
moist and quivering silently
beneath soft black cotton
but in those
I can't move.
Like a statue made of marble
I ache to touch you but I end up
sitting there cold and lifeless
next to you on the bed
thinking of a million ways
in which to stroke you gently
but all we can muster together
is a few brushes of the hand
a head resting on a shoulder
a full-bodied tight squeezed hug
an awkward cheek kiss and
it's excruciatingly painful.
So much tension that builds
and builds and builds and builds
never getting anywhere.
I can feel it penting up in you too
through engorged pupils
shaking knocking knees
looks that aren't deadpan
but open and raw and swelling.
There are rises and dips
moments of eclipse
where you and I find comfort
in each other's arms
whether they be wrapped or resting
whether they be hovering just hovering
we were almost touching.
Seeing your smile in the doorway
as I left
lanky frame in depth
an ache I cannot
warming the cockles of this here mongrel heart
vast into infinity.
What a funny little cuddle jamboree!
Bubbles gone brighter,
didn't know you could
delight me so.
I won't be pulling the plug
because all I've got
is this indescribable tug
that seems to go and grow.
Your energy is iridescent
sparking off your gangly frame
like cable cars rubbing
against the corbel train.
Mightier than all
I could ever contemplate.
Your rhythm to my rhyming
is a taste I can't complain
and all I want
is to see you writhing
hot and bothered
on my silver platter plate.
So awakens your arousal
eyes drenched black
by hungry pupils
I want your desires
to match my own in strength
until it seems you've flipped
and grasped the flight of fate.
I've been waiting at my gate,
waiting, just waiting. I've
been waiting so long with
my music and songs, the
cello and bassoon.
Many years have elapsed.
Will there be your coming
ever? Some question. I
gaze on. Far away is
the blue sky line.
Dear Miss you are so pure
More holy than sinful
More exciting than bore
And I tell you gladly
I will not complain
If treated badly
For I am so profane
You sit there in divinity
Blessed and humble
Like my holy trinity
And I’ll sit here below
Out of reach
Your sanctity, no!
I shall not impeach
The white dove flies and flutters
But doesn’t match to you
Nor do any others
So I won’t speak cursely
For nothing could be worsely
I tell you now I am not worthy
No! I am not worthy
I was checking my voicemail again today to make sure I didn't miss anything, events, chores, curfew
Only to discover I was missing you
God was I missing you
Jaaaaaaaadie it's Bean, It's 11:30 and I miss you because I haven't talked to you on the phone yet, and I know you miss me, I'm going to call you back now, bye!
Hey Jadie, it's Sweet Bean. I guess you're asleep. I hope you're dreaming sweet dreams. I'll talk to you later. Love you. Muah.
Hey Jadie. I'm sorry we keep arguing. I don't think when I'm tired, not tired. But we will get through this together. I hope I get to see you tomorrow. I miss you. And I know you miss me too. Good night and I hope you sleep well. I love you. Muah.
Hey JB, I just dropped her off, I guess you're asleep. You can head up to the house when you're up. Love you.
Met with the harsh dial tone, I wish I hadn't let it go to voicemail
Don't hesitate put your finger on the button,
Erase, my love -Mika "Erase"
we both have something in the care of our hands
but we will never share,
because somebody is a little too selfish,
It's either you or i,
and am not close to sure who?
if only that river kiss becomes nothing in that dream
and becomes something in this reality we are so fearful off
somebody got to be responsible for breaking this wall,
that we both had part in building,
I don't know about you, but i want it down
I'm grateful for the sunshine,
but i am waiting to enjoy it with you
the flowers are still blooming in my heart,
and I'm not ready to let them wither,
but when time decides later, they will wither on their own
Its been too long and nothing seemed to change,
just more sleepless nights and more day time fantasies,
midnight and daytime fantasies that are too good for reality
I'm curious to how far you've hold up,
because years have gone by here and again,
And this is how far I've come...
I've fallen a little deeper, a little too much everyday
In my memory only stayed smiles and sweet laughters of love,
that we rejected to acknowledge
I still wonder why we put up the walls?
be it that we have the same stories that we never shared?
I think felled a little more, a little too much for love that never arrived
I'm afraid to let go of my butterflies,
because i'm afraid i might never get the same kinds from anyone
I'm keeping my garden flowerful, colorful and bloomy for a love that might never arrive!
Watching a drop of rain.
I thought I'd drown in a lifetime of eternal bliss.
Falling fast. I caught the drop unexpectedly on my face.
Feeling instant relief from the thoughts that pursued everlasting bliss.
A gratification that transcends the smallest of pleasure.
Tasting a single drop that splashed against my face.
I felt a slight relief, satisfied with a small ounce of silence.
Not a puddle, not an ocean.
But a drop of rain soon scattered into a million more.
Knowing only one direction. It fell.
I watched an overcast drag across the sky with dire urge to be felt.
Caught in need I stood waiting, sharing eternal agony.
A mere drop to cleanse what I felt in anticipation to fill the gap of patience.
Still I stand. Without need to go anywhere else.
Waiting for the precipitation of love
To fall hard and fast in one single drop that feels like a million more