it surges through her.
the ability to bring you to your knees
with a single, longing look,
with a deep, lingering kiss,
and with an unbreakable, loving spirit.
rendering you helpless in her palms;
desperate to understand her qualms
you were in her bed,
tossing and turning, but waking
next to someone that would cherish your everything.
Your sweet, moonlit eyes, bold hands, and a careful heart;
capturing any light
that she had shone on anyone else.
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.
I am yours
And no ones
And mine alone
Theres only so much
That i can be loyal to
I somehow always
Choose fealty to
your lucid love makes me feel full
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.
there are nights when i drift to sleep
dreaming of things that will never be.
my imagination is colorful; open inside of me.
i see twisted trees and deepening plots;
peaceful seas and dancing pots.
i see us
not exactly done, i think...but right now i just love where it ends.
i cant sleep.
my mind drifts back
to the night on the beach.
i remember how each breath
was in rhythm with the sea.
the taste of ocean air on warm lips, sweet.
joy, happiness, and depth.
crashing waves, and you,
i am a child of the sea;
floating and boundless.
and yet, i drift through time,
hell bent on finding ground.
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.
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.
i saw you there,
dipped in shadow and filled with remorse,
whispering to me about twilight
and how freedom tasted sweet,
like tear sized stars ripped out of the palest moon.
your charmed brown eyes watering
as you looked away,
that all you wanted
was the heated balance
that she surrendered
on a silver platter.
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.
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.
soft were the minutes that ticked by
only noticeable by the subtle change of light
glistening off of your skin.
and the seconds that inched forward while
my hands devoured all of you in sight.
you sighed softly, at first, when my lips met your
shoulders, became acquainted with your neck, and my arms
****** the desire out of your pores.
while your mouth took mine; like a honey dipped burglar
stealing doubt from my lungs, i couldnt help but taste and think,
put these desperate fingers to work.
Sit down and focus on smooth
Bright beautiful colors,
And how the light turns your eyes into warm amber.
Instead, they shake and find my face.
They wipe away frustrated tears
because happiness is not easy
when I cannot see it as a possibility.
But still, I wish I could draw
anything but conclusions.
his kisses tasted like futures lost and forgotten.
he was sweet but underneath his eyelids trouble lied;
this we had in common.
though, for those brief moments that he held me, in his arms, we were at ease;
i will always remember his strong hands dressed in ardent whispers,
expressing more than painted need. yes, they settled arguments
and feigned complaints with their candy covered callouses
and sent shivers to the center of undiscovered parts of my being.
he was warm, burning, because i surrendered my heat.
he took it, palmed it, and expelled my inner demons with a flick of his wrist
and aching fingers.
In my wildest fantasies
you are moving inside of me
with pieces and portions of my liquid being
dying your appendages; expressing my completion.
your touch, unforgettable, and not at all withholding,
driving us forward and bringing us closer
to another beginning crashing into a fitting end
where i finally stop singing your praises
and we are just friends again.
he aches to rove about.
his soul is restless, yet he plays content.
he yearns for so much more,
though he attempts to stay caged.
the lonely lion paws desperately, trying
to make an honest connection,
taking leaps to the edges of unknown worlds.
just to feel again.
hoping to fall, fly, crawl or die
and always counting on an
"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,
slowly, then all at once.
so, she curled into a desperate ball
and let the tears fall,
"always alone", he whispered
reminding her how little her reality meant.
Cumin, Salt, Pepper.
Add these with love and letter.
never let her go.
My mind is a prison - all on its own -
Pushing delicious propaganda;
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.
That I want to be seen.
To finally be worth the risk.
the salty beads of sweat,
that sweet smell of fading lust,
and the only thing keeping me from holding on forever.
that sultry look in your eye when i returned you to dust
and the feel of your lips on the nape of my neck;
because you were the one that kept me together.
those are the things i hold close to my chest.
they are pieces of loves that i hadnt really felt,
of roads i had never dreamt of being taken,
and there are no more words left
only pulsing tokens…
the buttons on her sweater have never been more ripped
and the room carried on with that familiar shame, tear-filled scent.
those were the days of her life;
coming home from school, and finding him waiting
the rush and the fear,
anxiousness and now its fading
the only moments that allowed her to once feel love
now dashed into ramparts once dreamed of.
if the walls could speak then they would scream
‘shes just a **** with torn clothing and a broken spirit!’
even when it hurt,
even when he told her exactly what to feel.
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.
i want you to leave tender marks on my cinnamon skin
i need to be sore; to be reminded of where you've been.
id like bite marks and scratches;
a little pain mixed with pleasure and as the plan unhatches
we’ll fall further down the hole to something perfectly devastating
a twisted Disney world that is more than wonderful and tainting
because your hands will make me give you all of me
and whomever walks by our door will know
that we were there, connecting through marrow,
creating magical violet colored memories.
bubbling underneath a smiling surface;
burning through my dimpled cheeks.
a feeling of frustration
unbreakable and deafening
making me see colors horridly beautiful
stealing the sleep from my eyes
and the quiet from my busy brain.
i hate this feeling,
this stagnant desperation.
its like a boulder breaking my spirit;
a red fashioned murderer of my inspiration.
he suffers from bouts of lust
something that can only be cured by real love.
his loneliness expands past his hands
to touch no one but me.
he always says he's happy
but his goosebumps tell a different story
in a language i studied fully, dot by sensuous dot.
there is more to him, to us, than meets the eye
its powerful and deeply satisfying.
but, i have to let him live his sullied peach toned lie.
my eyes opened slowly
to see you sitting at the edge of the bed
the light hitting your back and creating ***** shadows
where your skin begged to be touched softly
gripped ardently, and kissed eagerly.
but i watched, silently as you moved
because i was so caught in the very
distant and beautiful thought of you.
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--.
The wind brought us here;
The slate, the dirt, the lava.
We congregate at the edge
Of the endings we did not
Dealing with debris that we
Did not ask for. Forming our
Desperation into impenetrable
walls. Pushing our hope down
To the sea floor, erecting our issues with trust.
Raising mountains has never been
so perfect, so exquisite.
Growing in strength without resentment.
Attempting architecture so complicated
that even the gods are jealous.
She looked down at the floor while
salty tears stung her eyes.
they felt like hot betrayal against her cool demeanor and apart of her
He stood there awestruck that she had let him see all
that she had held back.
that it flowed out of her completely; melted her.
he reached out to hold her; to carry a piece of her pain,
to wipe the sweet droplets from her soft cheek.
but like the wind, she wished to be untethered, to be free
and before he could touch her punished skin,
she was gone.
The air and the sea were once lovers.
Their romance was beautiful, tragic,
And well lit by the others.
He would lick her waves and she would ease his winds. Together, they committed the perfect sin.
The air mirrored her anchor and the ocean promised he'd always have her but they reflected the sadness in eachother.
So, it all fell to the wayside. The winds and the tides.Though there was still an ache behind their storming eyes.
Your face fills my mind.
Tear stained cheeks.
Trembling brown eyes;
even you -
Kind, and damaged;
Owner of this very skin.
Burned and beaten
By an unforgiving sun
In a distant forrest.
You saved me.
When our world
Fell apart around us.
While we sat under this rotten tree,
Even there -
to help me find peace.
My chest tightened up, as if my muscles were
Fighting me; fighting the loss of you.
It seemed like a dream. Drowning me.
Something filling my lungs; fear, hope,
Then the tears came; Slowly,
Neverending. Insomnia inducing.
Making me think of crazy things
Like emotions I want to be unafraid to feel,
things I want to do, and those words I want
So desperately to say;
I love you.
I wish life was like a movie
Where the best moments were accompanied by perfect music; your heart
pitterpattering to the beat by serene sunset.
And when you met the one, When you held him in your arms, youd get goosebumps. Thered be a spark; Your heart would stop,
for just a second.
And when you missed someone, they would miss you, too. When you saw them in your dreams they, too, would be tossing and turning, clearly yearning to be by your side.
But, no, sadly, this is real life.
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.
You snuck into my heart.
With sweet smiles and
Chocolate ice cream covered kisses.
One day we were separate,
The next, far too intimate.
One night, you held me while i spilled, all over you, on to the floor.
I remember it like it was yesterday
And I want to push it out of my brain.
And yet the moment remains treasured, anyway.
We are subject matter.
constantly on the tips
of each others tongues.
They say you bring smiles to faces
the light you shed is so penetrating,
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
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?
There is something about the way we move,
as if we've been here before,
as if nothing is the matter,
as if there could be more.
there is the truth; that we are broken and harmful,
willing to burst for a single armful
of what should be bliss
if we would, for a second, forget all of this.
You are my enemy
twisting and turning
In the dark blue parts of me.
making me say things, most
sacred, with time slipping
away and causing dread
in its lapsing place.
you grow through me;
more amazing with every
decisive inch. So sweet are
your dewy petals, blooming as
if tomorrow’s skies are
as if I had any other choice
when I first saw his storming soul
burn through his eyes.
I'm in love with being touched
Like im the only one you've ever wanted.
I must feel crashing crescendos and gravitational draws when we wax and wane.
Because, the moments we share are as enchanting as our ever growing celestial potential.
Bodies alive with the same tensions that tether the darkest corners of the universe; pulling us in.
the clock reads
and sleep doesnt follow, even though my eyes slide closed every once and a while.
instead i replay
when we slipped into the sensuous abyss; when your touch solved me.
your bottom lip between your teeth, ever so sweetly,
as if you were holding in a secret.
and i remember thinking that i wanted to release it.
that i wanted to lean in slow and hear your breath hitch
while my hands found their places, one amongst your chest and
the other resting softly on your cheek. both feeling warmth
but only one feeling your trusting heart beat.
and i wanted our eyes to lock before our mouths parted slightly,
my lips trembling and slick yours nervous and freshly licked,
to connect our excitedly entwining tongues as they sang and swayed.
i remember thinking that you would make me giggle and that maybe,
in that moment, i could take your breath away.
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.
it goes on.
like the universe
perhaps forever trending.
yes, life is on going
the things misleading
are our souls.
no body thinks about us.
they only care about what we puncture;
the tasty meat, sweet fruit, and the good intentions.
they never think of the sticky residue
and how we
will never be
She rises from the flames.
that is the story,
that she was broken and beaten
I've heard it told so many ways,
the history of the dragon.
the truth is that her heart was eaten,
her eyes, her ache
Not done yet
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.