He leaves pieces of himself every where.
Cigarettes on shelves, clothes scattered on floors, and broken halves of his heart buried within her; deeper than he could know.

She remembers songs she replayed over and over before she ever felt him. Warm green eyes twinkle in her memory, torturing a  heart that might never let him go.

They both lay awake, alone, trying to figure  how they loved so strongly once and why the lightening crashed down, a sign from the Gods, to destroy everything beating below.

I just missed you last night.
Last year's first rain in late October
you and I spent the whole night
Opening each other.
It was the first time that
I felt like we really loved each other
and connected on a level  
I had never thought I could with another.
I just missed you.
Being next to you,
feeling your warmth,
hearing your heart beat.
Tasting your breath.
I remember us when
we were beautiful together and that
makes letting go so much harder

"What is it you miss," He asked her.
She rubbed her hands together in thought,
"I miss how it felt, how it tasted...to be

In love feels invincible; tastes like the gods have touched down on the tongue and caressed it with their best honey mead.

Exiting love feels like leaving a sweet warm house, where futures and families happily mingle, into harsh rainy weather.

I miss feeling protected in his arms.  he could have kept the rest of him hidden. But, then, that wouldn't have been true"

I felt myself step off the cliff.
A firm footed decision into the unknown.
I never, for a second, thought
That i wouldnt get caught.

The damage is done.
A failed attempt at healing; Its irreparable.
Laughter drowned out the crises
And now im in puzzle pieces.

I wonder if he thinks of me.
If the image of my smile-lit face
Brings him some kind of pleasure.
If when we touch, the memory lingers

I often wonder about him.
What his lips would feel like craving
my eager body, ready when hes willing,
Soaking up every ounce of joy i had to give.

I imagine that he thinks of us, on occasion
Finding all the sweet parts of me in unknown spaces - just our secret
Holding each other to an oath of only flesh.

I hope he learns how much i can endure.
How the initial sting melts into arrousal.
Light is lacking in the places id let him go.
It would be so satisfying to finally know.

"Do you trust me?" She wispered in his ear.
While she snaked around his body and
pulled him closer.
his heart beat quickened.
Her transparent intent; to slate.
Her hands tilting his neck to the side, mouth hovererd menacingly above flesh.
Four little words and a world at stake.
And as she wrapped around him
In this visibly vunerable state;
All she wanted to know was
If he had faith.

"You deserve this," he whispered
while he examined her position:
humbly displayed across his desk,
wrists tied back in submission
her *** exposed by a

short
black
skirt.

She heard his calculated footsteps,
and felt his penetrating gaze,
before his ridged hand traced
over her warm cinnamon flesh
inspiring eager goosebumps

as if her skin had intimate knowledge
of a future threat, sending visible shivers
down her spine. Leather slipped quickly
through cloth with purpose, a loophole to ecstasy,
awaiting them both.

eyes
slid
shut

and that first lash was glorious.
blinding pleasure intensified
by pulsating moans from her base.
Each loud spank brought her closer
to the only death one ever awakes from.

In the end he was breathless.
and she was bruised.
they both left the room without words
feeling complete, for a short while,
and pleasantly used

submission is the only option
in her twisted world.
at least thats what she convinces herself
while his hand climbs between her *******
and curls, tightly,  around her neck

its never painful.
at least thats how she feels.
well, not this part.
the pain comes from her silence
but here, in this naked moment, she is heard.

He confirms it in the things he says
and how he looks at me,
that i am too round near my base
and too heavy on my feet.

that maybe I'm too insecure
and a bit too damaged to be here;
and i guess thats what i have to hear
to recognize i dont belong near.

i thought maybe i found my heart
but i was far too eager to share
and now im lost and falling apart;
too destroyed to care.

That dewy night, the rain drops awakened
our reality with their sweet tune. We were
curled deeply into each other. Every motion
an expression of love already pledged.

Our giggles painted adorable pictures
attached to  future nostalgia; emphasizing
the steady truth: the search was finally over.
And even as we basked in weighted times  

We illicit joy from one another.
In hot blooded moments when your eyes
rake my body and that warmth feels just
like your lips against my skin;

Those times when i can feel your heart beat
through my consciousness. because your
rough hands have tuned me to your sound
and now its all i want to hear

when i first met you
i knew we would be written in ink.
that youd leave me breathless
and id lead you to water.

I knew i could never make you drink
i knew we would end each other
and our endings, they would play
over and over in my head

I knew youd pull me open
but i still jumped in.
and tearing bits of you out of me
is much harder than youd ever think.

Love is a word too often used.
Squandered on meaningless moments
or never truly offered,
so, we play it safe.

"I like you...a lot"
"I miss you...all the time."

Phrases allowing us to close the distance
between our hearts, slowly,
with well timed words instead of touch.

But when we are near each other,
when our bodies reunite,
I feel as if its a bit more than "like,"

a firm, rough hand on warm, tender lips
igniting an inferno of need always smoldering
right underneath our skin.

And even when you go,
pieces of your soul linger in the air;
sweet smelling drops of memory reminding me that
I haven't felt anything like this before
and leave me aching for so much more.

"I feel myself falling..."
She whispered to him while he laid there,
Seemingly sleeping.

Her hands wandering aimlessly across him like a coy traveler on ****** islands.

"I know" he thought
While the night costumed her, sweetly.
He always reached for her
Warmly playing

Landing  soft kisses on her shoulder as if shed never been tasted  there before

The world, as they knew it, ended there
in each other's arms.
A black hole of hope, despair or both
Only they could tell,

Enveloping them whole.  and for a split second all the light had gone

But see, the universe expands
As impassioned collisions of young stars
Tend to brighten their glow.
Always as above, so below.

I think about you all the time
But especially times like these;
the twilight hours.
The moments when you would be
Cozied up behind me,
Taking deep breaths,
Tightening your grip,
Bringing me closer to your heat,
Telling me, with your body,
That I am yours.
That you are mine.
That we belong..
That we are doing the work
Of the divine;
Caring solely for eachother,
Healing one another.
And as I drift further into you,
I am possessed
By words and images..
Thoughts I'm scared to imagine
But cannot ignore.
Because you are my muse
And these are the confessions
 of the Inspired.

falling has never been so effortless.
i felt the wind in my hair, the lump in my throat,
and his quickening pulse.
the silence was welcomed and inevitable just like his eyes,
a calm dewy green meadow during the sunrise,
what was there left to say?
i  am damaged, he is broken;
wholeness didnt seem like an option
before he held me underneath that diamond sky.
and now its all i think about,
a whirlwind of cosmic anomalies starting with shooting stars
and ending with an ache so deep i swear i felt the earth sigh.
standing there, between sordid history and a bright red beginning
"i think," she says pacing every heartbeat
"this feels right."

She reached for her savior  - a small and subtle release that would end all the ferrous pitter-patter in her brain.  as she placed, what she considered sweet fae in a world of demon,  in to her ears, she breathed deep and heavy - broken and ready.  

this love never let her down. the glorious sounds of others pain, love, heartbreak and triumph streamed into her blood system before heading right to her heart while she forgot all that was ever wrong with her beautiful existence .

A soul crushing loneliness
like the feeling of a sudden hurricane,
forcing you up and out of your home;
warm and safe.

And all along the wet streets
my heart hangs from sleeves, ready for slaying,
trusting all, too much, too soon;
but why wait?

right now.
every day.
forever.
the timbre of your voice echoes
through my haunted mind
and its a series of very distinct sounds.
passionate, depriving, and when in the throes,
beautifully reminiscent of those times
when i had someone
right then.
every day.
whenever.

Creativity, ****** into me from something
called a beginning.
And his deep rumble of a chuckle reminds me
that despite the simplicity of nurture
humans are intricate beings
of an intimate nature.
Even when we do break, in anger or spite,
there's perfection in the heights of our peaks.
So, he slips me slivers of encouragement
with every plunge, buried deep,
before we drift off to sleep.

i cant sleep* she whispered.
she thought that meant something,
like maybe she misplaced her need;
but he always seemed to find it
hidden sweetly between her knees.

tension you can split
with the tip of your tongue
because thoughts of you linger
in places
they should not.
a warm hand resting on my thigh
inching up ever-so-slowly,
like it may never reach its
intended
destination.
So, i
breathe in - deep.
And i
bite my bottom lip
because we will meet.

an old song is like taking another's history
and holding it forever.
mulling it over; the words, the sound, the fever.
your soul shaping it into pearl or coal
depending on those memories
depending on your memory
depending on how he sang those words
when they slipped into your subconscious
and decided to stay without your consent.
his songs; still haunting with every single listen.

She didnt mean to do it.
but she relished in her talent.
the puddle of beauty surrounded her.
deep red and mesmerizing, like a late sunset.
staining clothes and skin alike; dry, wet.
his ruby soul spilling quietly
as his breath slowed.
making a wish on his very last grip
she reached her hand into the crimson reflective pool
and licked her trembling lips.

I am lost and wandering.
Like an animal, i fled the scene,
but she caught me.
shes vengeful and focused.
She found all of my secrets
most of them are more than hidden now,
behind itchy whiskers and soft meows.
my soul still lives though!
and i am haunted by my humanity
and my slippery grip on sanity
is disappearing.
slowly but surely
slowly but surely
s l o w l y
s u r e l y.

She rises from the flames.
that is the story,
that she was broken and beaten
and yet
she rose.

I've heard it told so many ways,
the history of the dragon.
the truth is that her heart was eaten,
heat swallowed
by earth.

and yet
her eyes, her ache
she burned.

"Let's love now," She whispered into his ear.
Their embrace was tight and filling.
They sparked and crackled
Despite the cold world reminding them
That they were broken - too many missing pieces.
But in that single warm moment
He was whole.

My mind is a prison - all on its own -
Pushing delicious propaganda;
For fun
for love
For just once more.
With the need to feel like someone's home.
Constantly reminding me
Of a searing heat,
Of a burning heart,
That loneliness is a chore.
That I want my fix.
No,
That I want to be seen.
To finally be worth the risk.

the clock reads
2:13
and sleep doesnt follow, even though my eyes slide closed every once and a while.
instead i replay
that
one
night
when we slipped into the sensuous abyss; when your touch solved me.
You stayed.

Cumin, Salt, Pepper.
Add these with love and letter.
never let her go.

there is no time like the present,
they say, with no real meaning.
the only thing being that for most life doesnt seem
like a living age.
for me it was like a prison,
walls quickly moving ever inward; a shrinking cage.
and then there was you.
smiles for days, as if the happiness never ended
and when it did, tearful gazes that left me winded.
you are the oceans current, forever giving,
and whenever your name massages my mind
i feel as if i have nothing but space and time.

i cant stop thinking about you.

not even for a second.

in the grocery store, at parties, everywhere,

there you are

looking at me the way you did that first night we met

with your smile bright and your eyes wide

an entire night of possibilities lying ahead of us

and the heat.

Laying on your side or
perhaps on your back with an idle arm
resting behind you.
and those eyes; tired, sweet, pale blue
puddles touched slightly by the moon.
groaning and shifting while your soft naked skin
invades the sea your sheets create with every move.
suddenly, feeling heat from places
you didnt expect.
and then, as if you were floating, you rest.

you are, what they call,
a man that wants for others.
and i, among the rest, are lucky
to call you friend.

and for the one
who gets to call you lover, in the end,

i have always wanted to drive someone over the edge;

breaking a willing, open heart.

enchanting  them to the brink of destruction

with only a soft kiss.

instead, you, sweetly,  tore me apart;

and i remembered our creation

with satisfying red bliss.

if you are crazy
you must do all things the same
and expect a change

"you are not alone"
she whispered to herself,
holding back tears of disbelief,
you are not alone
she thought, while she clenched her favorite pillow,
darkness closing in,
you are not alone
she tried to fight it, but it was too late, time had bent,
and the cold washed over her,
"you"
slowly, then all at once.
so, she curled into a desperate ball
"are"
and let the tears fall,
blinking simultaneously.
"always alone", he whispered
reminding her how little her reality meant.

the sky seemed so clear then;

you, me, the storm, and a song.

we swayed and dreamed feeling the universe,

her swift and complicated hands,

drawing us ever closer to that desperate tipping point.

dropping you to your knees, world rocked,

and touching down on me.

we drifted and captured one another:

body on top of body, eyes closed, legs wrapped, lips locked.

and that blue lightening,

it never stopped.

There once was  a God;

he did not know how to love,

but then he made her.

She destroyed the walls of others

to rummage through their wreckage.

forcibly mending her waning parts

with what she considered jewel.

because some monsters are birthed

from torturous beginnings

like the scorching ashes of an angry sun

or the silence of a broken heart.

the boldest sliver

of a tortured soul,

floating --aimless-- in her tempting sea,

will never fully grasp his

need to be whole but—fateless—

and  kept within naivety.

still,  it seems that,

her  honeyed deep

always had a way of making this

lost man feel --weightless--.

it goes on.

like the universe

never ending,

perhaps forever trending.

yes, life is on going

and whole

the things misleading

and short-sighted

are our souls.

Now, here, is a woman who conquers.

She seeps into you,

between the cracks of your magmatic soul

to etch her love into your subconscious.

She will consume you while you gaze upon her,

spinning and sparkling, reaching the sky before the sun begins his shine.

That is her gift.

Her lips form words you’ve needed to hear whispered softly,

only to you;

and her body curves into your touch because tonight

you are the wind on her shores.

She is seduction; crashing destruction;

and you will lose yourself

only to her.

I am in a weird place.

there is little i dont understand anymore

and i am gaining my footing

beginning to realize why

i was so hopeless

and why you felt

so much like home.

your lucid love makes me feel full

of hope

of doubt

of relief

and yet the tickle of your trembles keep me motivated.

there is a transparent need that could be associated with

tongue and cheek

but as you are between one

and in the presence of another—

we get milk; so sweet.

They say you bring smiles to faces
the light you shed is so penetrating,
it seeps
and you're so hard to ignore.
Even the flowers open to meet your gazes
while the ocean reflects your bright blue skies
but i see through you with these brown eyes,
and you cast the longest shadows
so dark;
so deep.

i am a child of the sea;

floating and boundless.

and yet, i drift through time,

hell bent on finding ground.

why do i love skin?

because it tells warm infinite stories.

it opens your eyes and mind to a life lived in.

some could say It reminds them of personal pain

covered in scars and goosebumps like tattooed shame

and of course no one would argue

that the interactions theyve had when their skin received each ****

was more ****** than a loss of virtue

but its still an untarnished truth  

that they remain exquisite;

imperfectly honest and enchanting, too.

the softness of my body will bring you comfort

and this is why you fear me

because my thighs touch in glorious wonder

leaving my sweetest of openings to secrecy.

i do not intend to follow your will

or your opinion of what is perfect.

because i know perfection…

i can find it amongst my many rolling curves

from the dimples in my thighs to the pokes to my thick sides.  

because plump, to me, is a decent word to describe

how my lips lay or how my apple bottom sways.

yes, i am rebelling against what you say

because i know im beautiful anyway.

my heart beats, or pumps,

and i realize ---

that love is breathing inside me

no matter how desperately

i try to hide it.

i take pride in knowing

that i can do more than satisfy.

i know that with my lips,

with my hands,

i could build a man,

like you,

from a peasant

into a king.

I would treasure every part of you,

the parts she always misses,

with eye locked caresses

and moan covered kisses.

and after that,

id dip into your psyche

to tempt

and tame

the lion

that no one knows exists.