Mademoiselle please make your way on up.
Take a seat, relax and sink into me.
Let me feel your warmth as I fill your cup.
Your wish is my command, any decree.
Now don’t think me some feeble little boy.
Your friction is something i do enjoy.
I’m here for you so use me as your toy.
I’ll keep you high while under your employ.
Now take the reins and squeeze so tight
I’m your throne and it feels so right
Back and forth your breath will quicken
You’re flying above and I’ll base
Making sure you reach that moment in space
You’re the pinnacle on top of me.
Wrapped in bliss, something I’d love to see.
Take your time, you’re not wasting mine.
Oh putain, ta chatte est trop bonne
Take me away like the rising sun.
I’ll make you bloom while holding you tight
A feeling you can’t deny is right
So let me take you in my embrace
Enjoy this moment and ride my face
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
Hark!
This babbling fool won't stop.
Trapped in one’s self, oh no…
destitute and distressed with woe
no light in sight that could be seen
but memories passed so
like a shadow foreseen.
Spark!
Ascended from the flame
Resolute to reclaim
Indignation aflame
Elevated acclaim
Longevity proclaim
Stark
To see is not to know
We reap and we must sow
but what lies there within
surpasses feeble sin.
And that beauty inside
you’d be crazy to hide.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
Let me in, oh let me in
For not having you, is sin.
You fill one up
Beyond the stars.
Energy devine
The absence, a crime.
You are the Present,
My forever here.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
I wander down the path
Seemingly still and quiet
No shadows in sight
But a light so bright
What could be, this Enigma?
I’m mesmerized, so transfixed
And with its grace and beauty
It rejects every stigma
my Invigoration
simple conjuration
of feeble elation
becomes condemnation
an exacerbation
of lost contemplation
falling to the floor i find myself
beyond salvation and left to starvation
I did not choose this, to feel this, or to be thrown away
My intentions are gold, no ill will in sight
but they choose to see what they want
HARK!
A figure engulfs the horizon
Shrouded and concealed from the world
It charges forth as a familiar phantom
It strikes me back as I stagger away
Its cloak blackens the sky to my dismay
as air evaporates bleeding my mind astray
but hope is in sight for I have found a knife!
again and again, Brutus would be proud
for the pool beneath the figure must end my strife
and to the figure, I remove its cowl
lo and behold, the face is my own
reality then breaks at the seams
to have this fate, I couldn’t have known
lost and diluted much like my dreams
My hands remain red
Trapped in my own head
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
With a breath of life
We used all our might
To travel the skies
In our great disguise.
To the Outer Rim
And then the Deep Core.
Coruscant beware
*** ***** going down
Worst than Alderaan.
Upon fleets of ships.
In the snow and sand.
We can see it all.
But there is one thing
Something to mention.
The Force may be strong
But not for too long
So quit wasting time
Be my valentine
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC