I felt it
Yet again you win
I can't hold it back
No more will I do so
I accept your hold on me
I agree to the truth of you
To my reality that's tied to you
I'll ease into this
I'll let myself feel every tinge of it
It may hurt it may be bliss
It may be nothing at all
It may be something
I'll never know
If I fail to try
You with me
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
Introduction
There they stood; keeping silent company.
Yet of His face, wept searing electricity.
To the lovers of life
Here they stand, keeping silent company.
No utterance dealt; yet clear in both their minds
A single, brilliant truth:
He longs for her with a savage delight.
And it cries from every fibre, exalting!
It is in the bearing of his eye;
Rifling through her tender flesh
In search of what he knows, from voices ages old, is there:
That her heart will beat for no other as it beats for him right now;
That in this moment, their Souls are bared
To each other’s glares- naked, and blemished, and cowering-
Yet his eyes remain fixed and sure:
And for this, she loves him.
For they have seen each other for the First of Times,
Truly! And as with many the Ancient Laws unfurled,
They stand aware, in lack of ever being taught,
Aware with every atom, every straining tendon tight
That their time's so very short.
And so they drink… wordless
To each other, to their youth, and to their bodies
Shining like never before in the noonday air
Garbed in cloth that snaps and furls around their waists.
They imbibe with electric eyes,
Eyes that are new born to this world of light
And come out screaming, living, and sensitive
For lack of ever being touched.
They revel in their new-found joy;
Pouring from Her figure,
Of Her sleek, supple waist and the arch of her back,
Bristling with delight,
Of His strong hands and easy smile,
That spoke of laughter scattered
Across countless campfires of summers past.
Their light does burn intense as any fire,
And when their brimming anticipation
Overspills its crimson chalice
The silence shall SHATTER.
To find peace again in each other's arms.
Fumbling in sweet darkness-
Of heavy lids, of earthy flesh,
With lips embraced...
In ravenous finality.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Living beyond my horizon
A pain felt
Why within my sphere you aren't
Wish that could be answered
Better still
I travel miles in lost world
Hovering over an illusion
Thoughts of you mapping further
A master's pet, loyal
To oblivion my heart's set
Engraved to a hopeless course
Each step a twisted fate of luck
Finding you, my unwavering goal
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Words gain ambiguous-ness when they finally reach my mind. With an except of few. Beauty being of such few; thinking it through, ...it does have meanings.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Innocent is your smile
Curious your eyes always are
Loving your heart's state
Most joyous companion around
Little angel of love
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Looking at her pics blures me
She has contradicting effects on me
She makes me laugh and cry
She makes me dull and bright
I hate that I love her so
Running away gets me to her
Writing about her makes me furious
Thinking about her gets me going
Not acknowledging her keeps me sane
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Knowing that you're pretty is quite enough to make me smile when I think of you. And having you smile at me makes my day.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
It swept around with electrifying speed, and as it passed along each mind it gained gruesome new details.
Raging with a tenebrous effect that rears against the stars like an abandoned ship.
Looking down, he realized he had surprised himself with his own strength. Having the look of an exotic albino. His face drained of all blood, realizing the facts before him.
Its over.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
She is worth more than the sight of a galaxy, worth more than the definition of beauty and imperfection. She is unnatural; her essence of beauty is a mental defectiveness, a deformity, for none of her lineaments exhibit any of those touching imperfections that reconcile us to the imperfection of the world. His gaze was fixed upon her as she felt un-ease. She could feel every piece of clothing on her fade as he undressed her with his look. Having no regard for her being, keeping a lustful look upon her physique. A prey for his pleasure he sees her. He made the impression of an animal yawping for harmony.
Yet he knows better than to pounce on her, searching within himself he finds a means imprinted deep upon his limbic stem. He studies patiently for her weakness, her innocence his first victim.
He tells her what she wants to hear, being careful with his selective half-truths. Guiding her gently to his already devised plan. Secluding her further from those close to her. His contagious condemnation made her emotions hunger for His lovable excrescence. He was desperate and without a word he infected her with an anxious sickness.
He couldn't help himself with mesmerizing thoughts, breeding words of his ***** desire; such words were made known to her through his eyes. For He desired to plunge his spear into her most precious sheath and play a game that fulfills a fierce urge that she can't deny. Her realization is too late. With none around to keep her from him. Knowing she is all at his mercy, he defile's her. Feasting upon her virtue, degrading her till she finds no esteem for her being; while she stands within the inconspicuous pentagram of her own virginity. She is a never seen mirror, an unbroken egg, a sealed vas, a desired emotion, that made her magical; her magic made him, a slave. His touch both destroys and comforts her; she could feel his naked eyes roaring flashes through her thoughts with the urge of a beast, to strip her skin away and clothe her with his, and to drown her in the capacity of mirrored lust.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Her eyes were as black as coal, black as her hair; her lips were redder than blood. Her teeth seemed sharp, even then, in the moonlight.
I had been frozen by her, owned and dominated. But at the moment I warmed to her.
She told people bad things about me; a little truth to add savor to the dish, but mixed with many lies.
Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall: that is what she has made of my life.
A vacant gaze of idiots.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC