The needle marks sketches,
the trail of my depression.
As I load the needle to
inject into this lifeless body
I'm left with questions.

Did I ever have meaning to someones life;
Will my friends mourn me or
will they tell their kids about the
memories we've shared
so I may live on in
a fragment of a child mind
a chance I never gave to my own
seeds.

Our eyes tell tales of our curiosity
on how it would feel
to be skin to skin
lips to lips
to submit to each other
to tease each other
playing with our desires
till we fill the room
with echoes of moans



And finally the exhale of
satisfaction.

May I be engulfed into my mind
Escape these flesh and bone
And the ******* of time
And be an immortal being
Of my domain
Meddle on the memories
Of her
Constellation of stars
In the night sky
Of her image
So lost travellers may see
The compass of hope

Let her selfless love
Scorch like the sun
And radiate through the plains
So I may relive the intensity of her touch
Let the moon speak of her momentary absence

A mere fragment
Of my world
Where I try to
Capture her
Essence.

Laughter can be the cure
but also the mask of the unhappy

As we kiss
Biting on your bottom lip
Eagerly awaiting
Sensual
Bliss

Sealed your fate
With one kiss

Pleasure amounts
Floods at the fortress

Sultry voice whispers
"I've been waiting for this"

In a self-constructed loop
Within the swoop of 9 to 5
So much to lose
just to feel
Alive
Said I'll break free so many times
Peak through the lines
And see my lies
I only find the courage to
Write about it
Between
These
Lines.

Confined within our own love
Devoured us
While in our youth
The hours
The minutes
The seconds
The years
Passed
The beauty of age displayed
Portrait of wrinkled flesh
A lover museum

The journey of love
Through expressions.

****** distresses
Insatiably

Only you
Can satisfy
The primal
Urges

Which you have
Inflicted
Upon me

Shackled
To the arrest
Of your
Seductive allures

Slave to your
Sensual pleasures
Prisoner to my
Ambitions

To be the
Utmost of your
Sensuous
Pursuits.

Strayed from lover sight
And buried a treasure  
In the grains of my repressed memories
As I retreat from the treacherous lands
Still, she enchants the clouds
Subdued Poseidon
And commands the waves
To blow a mortal man to shore
To engender the emotion of lust
To weaken my lover ardor.
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Her loyal minion
At play
Unguarded
As I fell upon
Her gaze

Cupid silent
Bow & arrow
Pierced the
Depths of my
Solitude

Her taste
Her aroma
Still lingers
In the crevice
Of my mind

The lively colours
Of our union
Which lurks
In the darkest
Nights.

Absent from each other touch but not in mind,
Where truly time is infinite and only voice to
Excite the imagination and passion
I've placed into the union of our souls
Which dances to the dedication of love.

The song may dwindle but never fades.
My mind still placed on your lips
My eyes still gazed into yours,
As I wish to see my being through your eyes.

When besieged by the
sweeping tides of time

The evanescent of your presence
Has been preserved
In the fortitude
Of my mind
And begins to bloom in
The moment of ecstasies

I have savoured
The sweetness
Of you

That the tongue
Whispers
Unto unknown realms

That I may
****** destiny
To surrender
Her will

To the
Dawning
Of new
Beginnings

Uninspired.
Numb to the substances
how dull a sober mind can be
longing to escape my reality
and form words together
to transform this cocoon of life
into a butterfly.

Scattered thoughts to capture the
                     Ineffable emotion
              The lively colors
Of the temple
                         Within
Infinite
            Yet clothed in aging skin  
To speak of it seems
                                 Treacherous
A selfish desire to express its
                                 Fluidity
                               Eloquence
In the entanglement of these words
For when I have become shaken
May I visit upon these words
And indulge myself
For what it was
To be a
         Guest of
Divine omniscience

I, yearn for adventure
however the cost of it is too high
the cost of relationships
the cost of responsibilities
and the wasting away of the pounds
I've traded in for my life clock
I've restored to cheaper forms of adventure;
The ****
The coke
The ecstasy
The alcohol
The acid
The women
give a sense of escape
from the ordinary
repetitive life of a 9 to 5
zombie.