innocent touch and exchange of breaths
my romantic thirst and your lustful yearnings
in a place where we could only trace our forms
left with nothing but to erotically fancy
monstrosity unleashed
and i am gripping your thigh
you are plotting kisses
but nothing to signify
bite my lip, there’s more to show
went too deep yet gone shallow
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
embracing a forgotten dream
a touch that has transcended eternities
with all disquiets and elapsed relationships
will you be the last stop of my wavering?
but forgive me, honey
i can only love you from afar
without your consent
without you knowing
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
signs are twinges of reality
that have subjective meaning
inexplicable but wanted
answers could be displeasing
but must be willingly taken
responses given by the stars
which we ask and even wait for
however, it is still our choice,
whether to wholly accept
or dismiss signs
as random happenings
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
moments of seamless kilohertz,
i could not distinguish
depolarize, over-romanticize
this painless sensation of shock
hence i ask between
static radio frequencies
don’t you want me, baby?
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
the moment you reach the point
wherein a play is no longer a spectacle
oxymoron is glorified and inner mayhem develops
blinded by flickering lamppost lights
drunk dancing at the empty streets was the aftermath
i’m winning you and losing this game at the same time
the countdown starts
can i be yours in
**five
four
three
two**
one
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
every flip obscures the history of glances
even the spine has a peculiar trace
frayed pages, dog-eared corners
smudged, stained
ruined, disfigured
no wonder
it’s the interesting book
you recently found at the restricted section
that felt the touch of my fingertips long ago
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
She aggressively pulls my hair for a one last sensual kiss and sheepishly grins as she lies flat on my bed. Panting and fully naked, we both savored the clammy atmosphere in my room caused by our body fluids mixed. “Well…” She takes a cigarette from the bedside table and lights it. “What?” I replied covering my body with bed sheets as if she hasn’t seen anything. The whole room is only lit by a tiny lampshade anyway. She takes a one big huff and relishes the great amount of nicotine in her lips. She exhales. “Nothing.” She chuckles and slowly removes the bed sheets covering my body. She leaves her cigar lit on the ashtray then moves and turns her body towards me. I sat up.
“Hey?”
“What?” My senses slowly coming back.
“Cuddle?” She gives me that irresistible sad puppy dog eyes again.
“What are we doing?”
“Well, as far as I could see, I’m lying while you’re there… Let me think.” She puts her index finger on her lips and acts like she’s deeply thinking. A quirk I have always loved. “…Sitting and wanting to leave?”
“Funny,” I said flatly.
“Come on.” She holds my hand and gently intertwines her fingers with mine.
I sluggishly lied down and tried not to look at her. I fixed my eyes to the ceiling. She moves a lot closer to me and envelopes me with a hug.
“I love you.”
“You know you don’t,” I opposed.
She teases my ******* and draws circles on my ******* with her fingers, trying to arouse me but my exhausted body refuses to be.
“Stop.” I said.
“Plead.”
“I’m not kidding.”
She kisses my chin. She slowly puts kisses on my face like plotting a pattern towards my lips. She stops. I glared at her then I took a bite of her lower lip. She gives in. Our tongues did motions I could never fathom, mine explored hers as if it has a life of its own. I hastily recoiled.
“Hey!!” She exclaims and obviously wanting more.
“You want me so bad, don’t you?” I chuckled.
*“Well, yeah. You sound ****
She heaved, bent over, and quickly sat on my stomach locking my movements. She starts nipping my cheeks.
*“How can you be so cute and so **** at the same time?”*
“I don’t know?” I placed my hands on her hips.
“Ready for another round?” She teased.
“No. Not really. Let’s stay like this. I like the view, anyway.”
She holds up her ***** “Ah, you like these.”
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Tuwing nalalapit na ang pasko, darating si itay mula sa kanyang opisina na may dalang kahon. Ang kahon ay naglalaman ng hamon. Ang hamon na mutlong taun-taon na lang sumusulpot. Ito yung hamon na hindi na pinapansin ng karamihan kasi lagi na lang andyan. Pabulong na sasabihin nila, "Ay sus. Pwedeng iba naman?" pero dahil nga sa nakasanayan na, ang hamon ay mananatiling nariyan kahit nilalampasan.
Lilipas ang selebrasyon at mag-uuwian ang mga bisita. Mananatili ang hamon na wala man lang gumalaw. Naubos ang macaroni salad, graham, kahit ang kaldereta ngunit ang hamon ay nanatiling tahimik, mistulang kawawang bida sa isang maaksyong pelikula.
Taun-taon, sasabihin ni inay na bakit hindi na lang ipamigay? At taun-taon akong hihindi at sasabihing sayang.
Hindi ko naman paborito ang hamon. Sadyang ayoko lang sayangin ang lahat ng nakahain. Kaya't kahit paulit-ulit, kahit nakakasawa, kahit minsan gusto ko na lang ipamigay, pilit ko pa ring kakainin ang bawat hamon na nakahain. Pilit ko pa ring lalasapin ang cholesterol, magpapataba, magpapakatanga, magsasawa hanggat sa maubos.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
as the catastrophic downpour rose its white flag,
the sun timidly peeks at the dawn of new beauty
the accrued water slowly and peacefully drifts
found myself baffled with your everlasting constancy
your infectious beam befriends my streams
manufactured absorbent of after-desolation worries
your enchanting chuckles as if nothing ever happened
but the water’s nature is to bid farewell and evaporate
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
it creeps out of my core that i have emptied myself of something that has been considered a self- pillar for years. that i wholeheartedly accepted to fuel my engine with anesthetizing void and made it difficult for the engine to pump with ease and beauty. since the day i strode out of your arms and asked you to safely explore, if you think i have stopped loving you by then, take a swig because i never did.
yet i do not adore you for the way you are right now. my heart is just helplessly trapped in this tale crafted by our long-forgotten personas eons ago. the very souls we cannot have back because we have already traveled immeasurably far. separately.
i keep on retracing the orbits constructed but the stars will soon, just as always, steer me back to that consciousness that a one-time collision just lasted like a flicker. nevertheless, the flicker caused a gigantic crack. now, i’m all left with two separate voids, slowly linking each other perfectly, engulfing my wee core with nothing but desolation.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC