To breathe...
(Just) to be...
I AM sure
That is all,
She is wanting...
But me...
Oh
selfish me...
Craves to keep her,
For me
& only
ME!...
Not in a cage,
But
More than likely
A very elegant leash...
My hands
Would never dare pull
Without her permission,
Since I prefer
To control
Not physically,
But mentally...
So
To be,
Speaking
Completely
And
Honestly...
I yearn
Like an innocent youth
With all of my might,
& All of my soul
Whole
heartedly...
To have it be,
Just her
and me.
Constantly,
Wrapped in one another
Deeply
Heavily breathing...
Unfortunately.
She's been a slave
Far before
I started lusting
For her
So
passionately...
No matter
How badly
I would give
For she,
Only
Wishes,
To be
Free...
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
The desert
Is dry,
My thirst
Unsatisfied,
May the dew
From the thighs,
Of the motherland
Amplify.
When my lips
Reach to sip
& my tongue
Is fortified,
I cannot stop
Until nature ****
And our beings
Emulsify.
To the just Lord
She crys,
With
Sweet agony
In her eyes,
My mouth
I open wide,
To reclaim
What is rightfully
My prize.
Our hands
Clasped
&
Unified,
We give
Praise
Towards
The sky,
Once her
Convulsions
Turn
Petrified,
And I listen
To her bosoms
Beat
A Morris code
Lullaby,
My heart
Is
now on
High,
So this old soul
No longer needs to be
Spry,
For the flesh
Has had iT’s fill
And I now
Am ready to die…
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
There is
a light
That shines,
And
iT's meant
To guide you,
& me...
At best,
iT causes
Us to fight,
Because
we can't believe
What iT is
That
the other,
Can see...
I can't rest
If iT's too
bright,
What is iT
About the darkness,
That just
Allows me to be?...
I'd offer
My hand,
To have & to hold
with
All my might,
But at this time
My dear,
I'm not ready to leave...
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Torn
From what,
"The word" states
And what,
I AM...
To be gentle
Is wise,
And yet
I have
Aggressively
Anxious
Hands...
I don't want
To be a fool,
What i do
I create
A need to have...
So out of necessity
I hide away
I hope
You understand.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
-iT
Doesn't care,
iT
Wants
To Be lost
In iT self...
-with all iTs distractions
Peripheral visions
Collideoscope
The heart felt....
+ diluting
All that's around
iT
Can't comprehend
The ágape...
+ so iT
Crashes
Head on
In hopes
iT's purpose
Properly translates...
- push
stampedes
To shove,
When the blind
Brush along the walls.
-Occasionally
Bursting off the ceiling
When
There's nothing left
to stand on...
+Offense
Shouldn't be taken,
For that in which
You know not
There of.
+sadness
The constant passenger,
iT
Continues to love...
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC