Body is thy art for centuries.
Body is thy art from form and bone, to flesh and blood.
Body is thy art for the private genitals of ****** function.
Body is thy art to own a kiss of each lip.
Body is thy art...
Each connecting bone, head to toe...body is thy art.
Our vocal cords that tighten as we speak...body is thy art.
Body is thy art because of it's natural form unknown to human yet known to soul as our eyes meet each stranger.
Body is thy art when we touch and connect.
We are art.
Sexuality is not an embarrassment, because body is thy art that we share everywhere.
Every ****** made from touch and *******, body is thy art throughout all humanity.

Riding a Motorcycle
Before I start my engine
I know where I am going.
The motorcycle and I are one.
If the motorcycle goes fast,
I go fast.
If the motorcycle goes slow
I go slow.
If the motorcycle goes too slow
I fall over.
Ouch!

There's something about the rumbling sound beneath our feet in the summers heat and the smell of exhaust covering our leather jackets and jeans.
I want to take my beauty and ride her from day until dawn.
I want to take her on adventures that we never seen before to make our ride as magical as it should seem.
When your with me, i feel free, because you're my stallion, my black beauty Queen.
The virago roars and runs beneath my ***, as my hair dances in the wind to the sound of my bikes heart beat matching to mine when adrenaline's meet.
She's loud, dark and fun.
So exciting, all the places that me and you can see.
Let's ride into the sunset, where our heaven meets and it's just me, you and my black beauty.

Nothing but a empty, shallow heartless heart that strives on each beat by the waves of your heartbeat.
I want to love you, be with you forever, but our love yet seems to be so distant.
I lay here on my bed, eating some snacks and feeling as if my world is falling to pieces, but there's something missing and that person is you.
Without you i have no motive to move, without your kiss i can't breath to live.
Where have you gone and where will you go when our hearts don't match in sync no more.
I'm restless and bored when you're not here.
Feels like your mind is an empty nutshell that shifts moods from day to night in a matter of split seconds.
You love me but you don't want to be with me and when you are with me you have to be in rage with your own depression when i try to help it's like i try but you can't hear me, you don't listen. Then i'm the one to blame.
I" am the one to blame.
Thank you for saying it's all about me,
that i truly don't understand when it's just all you that i bend my back over for.
You're blind and depressed but so am i when my heart is lonely without you.
I love you.

Lonely days feel like empty hearts,
I want to be like you,
Silver spoon handed to you, while i have to be the scrubby loon.
Why are hearts shattered like broken glass pieces, but when hearts are broken like glass pieces the worst part of it is to be looking through it as if a mirror reflects your broken soul.
I want to live like you, to have what you got but every time i try and try to be like you, i fail.
I" am who i am but that fails too.
Who am i, i don't quite understand.
Happy life, saddened by night.
Tired, crying tears of agony, hurt soul for two.
But i'll never be like you.
But i learned that's ok
Because even though you have it all,
I got more to my heart than what yours may say
I am free
I have love
But most of all, i got my man who means more to me than you.
oh....
and my bike black beauty, who shines so bright i can finally see the light and know...i don't want to be like you.
I want to be me, this is who i am.
And for that i forgive you.

Poetry is for the lost and the broken,
People like me and you, who come here to feel our emotion.
Poetry is for those who want to express our desire for the world in our hands...yet in a subtle way where someone can understand.
We think and write to publish for the world to hear, but are they truly listening?
Make a song, people will listen for the upbeat it brings,
Music & Poetry get along,
Because they are both ******* to our human souls,
Something we never seen or heard before, meant from the heart and expressed with passion.
We dance to the sounds of our emotion
We cry to the feeling of your emotion,
but when its over, we hang it on repeat, so we can continue to feel that emotion someone else makes us feel. How so much more relatable can it be,
that someone ordinary like you and me, can feel the exact same way?
We read each other's poetry and finally can feel through a strangers heart that we have never met before, because music & poetry truly get along.
Sweet symphonies of our heart waves connecting through a distance touched bring fourth an illusion love.