Obsessed
With your memories
In the rain
I walk
My head held high
Tears of the clouds
Blend with mine
Watching from
Stained glass
I see your shape
As you hold her
At her waist
Twirling…

To go back
To his hands
Skimming through
Dust and stars
Her brown skin
Quivering
Hid secrets
Only his touch
Could show light

Trace the curves
Silhouetted hips
Soft swollen *******
Touch me
At my hidden crevices
Dripping nectar
Begging to be explored
By your glazed fingers

She looked at him
In the dimly lit room
Sensations blooming
At her plush lips
Every inch of flesh
Taken impatiently
His playing hands stroke
His intention clear
The moves playing
Of rhythmic ardor
Pulsating
Panting
Fervent
Consuming…

His love is
My deviant poison
Spread across
Ocean of stars
Showering wicked desires
Of disobedient delusions
Dancing under the moon

Surrounded by confetti
Heart shaped
Yet no love found
All there's silence
No words to speak
The soul renders
Foggy mists of memory
Bottled up
In cracks of the room
Like the winding roads
Of time lapsed

There are times
When I was lost
In the void
Barely surviving
That one stranger to happiness
Looking in from outside
Trying to string
Contents of my mangled remains
Combating the urge
To run away
And end this life
There have been nights
I’ve fought with myself
And come out alive...