Let me ******* with my soul
In places **** can't reach

When the Pastor said; "only death shall put lovers apart", he walked out on Christianity.

For his love stretched from hell and back, and further into before this life.

I saw him pick poetry for good.

A religion were lovers never part, for death is an illusion and wedding rings still scream meaning in graves and tombs!

You who weakens the mind
Shall I, a mortal question thee?
Forgive me my Lord
But why has Eros created Love
Yet forgot to grant man its antidote?
Look Eros....
The planet is littered with broken hearts!

"No hard feelings"

- said my Stone-cold hard feelings!

She's coming again tonight
"Weave me a blanket out of your poetry"
Was her command in last night's dream!
And all day,
I have been spinning warm crimson words into a love textile...
Interlacing threads of emotions towards kisses and *** directions!
Listen...
I knitted a "Hello" with an endless angle across an "I do".
She wants my warm Love Fabric to wear for tonight's cold...

Of all drugs that ****** me...

Love ****** me the hardest!