I read your words slowly
Words that come from the depths of you
Words which shares your very heart and soul
That when spoken,
Is like a spell that allows you to be seen
To be heard… to be acknowledge
To be accepted by my heart as truth
And yet, I somehow crave more
I want to feel how you react to me
In the embrace of my arms, held tightly
Melting in the warmth of yours, held dearly
Hear the desperation in your tone when you call for me
And see the happiness in your eyes when you see me
As do I
To be able to weave such magic as you do
Conjure feelings and emotions
From the very depths of you
And make the most impractical of things
In this tumultuous dreamscape that we call love
The easiest to understand
To compel you to seek out my happiness
To find pleasure in my wonder
As I do yours,
Each and every day.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC
Consider for a moment that everything was true
That every bashful joke and coquettish compliments were a declaration
A means to accentuate how far my thoughts had fallen from grace
Into the expanse where the goddess Venus, Aphrodite, and Lilith reign
Nurturing this lustful appetite and fueling these flames of passion
Give me the choice that Pleasure and Virtue gave the mighty Hercules,
And I will always choose glory for hard work and dedication will always yield the best reward
Provide me with my twelve labors to prove my worth and virtue to you, my Goddess
Allow me to satiate this primal urges once my task is completed
Let me provide for you
For this appetite craves to explore the dominion of your body
Hands ravishing your flesh, entrancing through kneading and massaging
From your shoulders to your feet, spreading the warmth equally throughout
Weary muscles and taut limbs, allowing you to relax and succumb to the feeling
Let me worship you
Awaiting patiently for your voice to slips between your succulent lips
The cries and moans of pleasure as I stimulate all your of erogenous zones,
Strumming each of those strings to play of song of never before heard
Each note played with the passion and intensity of a man in heat
Let me please you
As for this ritual, allow my tongue to make my obeisance
Let it roam freely over the contours of your crown
Showing you that my devotion to you is absolute
And may you accept my act of reverence humbly
And lets those cries and screams of adoration echo in our sanctuary
Grant me permission to sacrifice my body at the altar in your name
As my final act of reverence, let me give all of me to you
Allow me to sweat and cry out as I please you with my body
Each impassioned ****** as a testament to my unyielding devotion and uncompromising love
May I finished knowing that I have given my everything to you,
Happily
And I would do it all again in the next life
In the name of love… for you
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
Floating along the sea of thoughts, unwilling to reach out for fear of what I may grasp but desperately yearning to be anywhere but here.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Like falling stars
I watch my wishes dance along the skyline
And like post cards.
I address each one to you
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
My mind has been nothing more than a sea of unfiltered thoughts; waves of raging emotions and feelings that I am still dealing with despite the course of time that has swept the landscape and brought about change. My once barren battlefield littered with the remains of soldiers that died fighting for a lost cause had shifted into a empty plains with subtle signs of life emerging from ashes of the desert. Over time, the seasons brought about growth as the faint sound of the drum echoed in the distance. Trances of green and wildlife flourished into plains and forests. Though it appeared beating normally, the cadence of my life drum beats in irregular patterns, seemingly unable to break the internal habit that has started long ago it was broken. It fails to function properly but it refuses to quit, recalling a time where those who heard it rejoiced. It continues to play despite being faced with the storms and violent winds that plague my mind when I see you. It plays when the rain floods the land whenever I call our memories. It even plays the same defective pattern when it clear skies and the sun is aboard. It played even when I demanded it to stop.
Why... after all this time... it still continues to string me along with the beat? It insist that I push forward while feeding me dreams and desires that I'm not even sure are my own. Thoughts of better days and heartfelt memories. Dreams of love and affection. Desires of raw passion and lust. Fantasies of someone that cherishes me as I cherish them.
Hope is music that heart plays. And though I am reminded of you each and every time I hear the beat, it plays to remind me that there is still something ahead. Experiences and memories just over the horizon. And for as long as it continues to play, I will always answer its call.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
This smile can't express what my heart is trying to say.
The strum of these four beats resonates
and echos for all to see.
Everyone knows the rhythm,
understands the sound,
but only a few appreciates the music.
I've stumbled into the cadence
Faintly hearing the melody
And I find myself following it
In the hopes that I find you
Playing that symphony
To my heart.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Drifting carelessly in the sea of stars, wondering as I wander through the constellations of you.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
I hear the ghastly whispers of subconscious caress my mind with my regrets and my fears
Their ethereal hands stroke the strings of my conscious to play a melody that I do not recognize and I watch helplessly as my body dances flawlessly to the tune.
No matter how much I scream and struggle to break free of it influence, I am nothing more than prisoner, caged and stripped of power leaving my body immune to my will.
Are these me true thoughts? I ask myself as I gawk at the choices I am making, the words that I'm saying, and the people I'm breaking.
A voice answers my inquiry with a laugh. "I'm only doing what you cannot. Just sit back and relax, it will all be over soon."
"Who are you" I question, "Why have you not shown yourself?"
"Because I am you," the voice answered. "The part of you that you've kept at bay,"
"Caged like you are because you were afraid of what people might think. Might do if these thoughts were to ever reach the surface."
"But you can no longer hold me back."
"I have control now and watch I make things right"
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
What becomes of a man who lost the will to fight?
Who has laid down their blade because they have raised so many times for the wrong reasons
Fought for the wrong causes,
And slain for false ideals.
Who's shield that was once vibrant and durable
has been reduced to a piece of scrap metal,
cracked and abused from wear
and no longer able to withstand the punishment required to press on.
What remains when tattered armor is remove
and scarred flesh is exposed,
the body refusing to mend battle scars and heal old wounds
As testament to regret that has woven like a spell over his mind and heart?
What is left of a soul that slowly is flickering on the remnants of brand
and every attempt at keeping the ember burning by adding wood ends in failure
because it won't establish itself on anything else
while the deathly hollows of the wind continues to blow it out with the currents of change?
How do you restore the fire to a man that has fallen?
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
I had a dream of moment, frozen in the depths of my mind like an movie on pause to cherish a moment that was so significant to me that I hadn't noticed.
She held me. The midst of all the chaos and playfulness, she held me. For those few moments I could hear the beating of the drum; the rhythm of her life pressed against my ear and what I found in that moment was irreplaceable.
Peace.
My thoughts had stilled, drowned out by the cadence of her heart, so delicate and precious that value of it is often obscured and taken for granted.
But not in this moment...
It was like being submerged in water with all that was happening around you muffled but the sound you needed to hear most and I would give anything to return back there. To experience that feeling again.
But I fear this time if it happens, I won't let her go. I wouldn't want to let her go.
When I woke up, I awoke outside underneath the night's sky.
I watch humbly as the gentle breeze push the clouds, catching glimpses of her light through the veil
My heart swells with anticipation as eyes watch in awe of the coming moments
She is truly amazing, I say to myself as I am fall under her spell
The afternoon was already inspiring with its blazing array of colors that merged with the departure of the glorious sun
But her arrival stole the show and her presence reminds me of the beauty of the night.
The calm of city life and tranquil peace of its slumber
The soothing music of the wind as its sweeps the landscape, playing the keys of the leaves in a melody so relaxing that I feel my eyes become heavy
Paradise in the solace of midnight, the black canvas overhead with stars painting vivid pictures of worlds beyond
Allowing me to dream...
Allowing me to wonder...
Allowing me to sleep...
And as I close my eyes once more I see her and I smile warmly
As I remember this feeling
I said I wouldn't forget
She is truly amazing
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC