You are fire
getting close means
getting burned
but
I'd douse myself in
gasoline
just so
you surround me
faster
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
loving you is
like that moment
Icarus flew too close
to
the sun
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
We could make leaves jealous of the way we are f
a
l
l
i
n
g.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
I.
you called the sunshine in me
a little too bright
as if to say
I needed to dim my own rays
just to share your sky
II.
you wanted the heat
the fire
you wanted the warmth
when the empty side of your bed
surpasses a coldness
that not even your heart has yet
reached
III.
you cannot have both
IV.
you cannot have the heat
the fire
the warmth
while not accepting the burn
V.
you cannot have
me
only when it’s convenient
VI.
you do not deserve
me
for I know
there are other places plagued
by perpetual nights
VII.
someone
will appreciate all of my
sunshine
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:31 AM UTC
-----------------------The air that
surrounds us
crackled
the temperature
s p i k e d
our scorched
skin forgot how it was to be
skin
that moment
we touched
that moment
we touched
that moment our skin both
touched
it only knew
that it was
meant to
be shared
touched
felt
loved-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
Your taste runs like kerosene in my veins,
Our kisses, heated, sending my insides aflame;
I spontaneously combust, lover.
Skin to skin, your mouth is concentrated sin
You make lose my morals, the lust is building;
Blinding, my pupils burn;
Yours darken with something primal, tensions thickening;
The anticipation's sinking
right into my gut, I feel your touch
calloused fingertips dancing up my thighs, teasing.
Your body glistening
with sweat, trailing down south
I follow the track hungrily with my mouth
but it doesn't seem enough.
Our hearts beat fast like the ticking
of a timebomb nearing detonation;
We're going to detonate, my love.
We're going to burst in fancy colors like fireworks gone haywire,
the bed is our sky.
We're going to get lost among the sheets,
like sailing across familiar seas.
The moonlight, dangerously bright
they seem to shine from your eyes
but they darken with something like clouds on a stormy night.
And I'm not sure if there really is a God
but tonight I kept calling his name
yours interspersed in between
heavy breathing, our pants sounding
like broken notes of some orchestrated masterpiece
and the crescendo's nearing.
Our pulse following the rising melody
I am mesmerized, out of control
I am lost amidst the euphoria
right now
with you
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC