Night, Night,Night,
Alchohol warms my throat.
Im a night owl,
stalking my next prey.
When I was the captured one;
My little mouse caressed my heart in a new fashion.
My lust was no longer instinct,
We danced like Chickadees in the sheets,
When I woke,
She was gone.

I let you undress my heart,
And let you ****** the softness,
I loved when your fingers snaked around every curve,
Your control and passion;
Kept me buried underneath,
Your beating heart sang with mine,
A fragile melancholy of sounds,
I had the love of a creator;
Your entire essence,
Was ******* of the soul and body.
You waited until my body stopped shaking, and bells were ringing.

Our Insomniac love
It never ends;
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Again, Again, Again;
Where could you possibly be going with this?
Are my pitiful feelings never enough?
Why must you make my eyes see this ******* of your true colors,
Fondling my sight with your words.
I'm only as foolish as a ******* mother;
What excuse is that?