tell me the truth. what makes you beautiful?
is it your hair?
how about your eyes?
maybe your thighs?
could it be your lips?
or could it be the way you dip?
i wonder, is it the way you lock hips?
or is it possible the way you smile?
whatever it is, you are beautiful, inside and out
you are your own galaxy
you are the beauty of today

did not feel as good as yesterday

i struck a match and it failed to light
i struck a second match which burned for a split second
i struck a third match and it held its glow
i tasted the lovely crisp flame
it tasted like apple cider
filling me up with a warm sweet feeling

bare
raw
real
dripping sweat
passion
lust
heavy
thick
skinny dipping love

once upon a time,
two childhood friends made a pact
to bring as many people to the hanging tree
they went into the village and promised the people enchantment and magic
at the stroke of midnight, the entire village met the children by the hanging tree
the villagers were so swept up into the children’s spell
that there was no return
the stroke of midnight came
and the seconds counted down
five
four
three
two
one...

death fell upon the town