I still crave the flavour of your skin, though it brings me great pain,  
As the flames of desire flicker and sway, we’ll endeavour to endure,  
Clinging tightly beneath the blazing sun, in summer's fierce allure,  
Together, trying to brave the tempests, in love's unyielding pursuit.  

Dinner awaits us at eight – do not tarry; dreams lie upon your plate,  
Nourished by my affection, a sip of your soft skin grazes my lips;  
Each touch of yours leaves me lost, grappling with how to respond –  
Your wisdom eclipses my own, a realm I can scarcely comprehend.  
No man has truly kissed every maiden under the sun, yet the world  
Shrinks for those who cross paths with the echoes of their past flames.  
Relative justice; I strive to connect, yet potential lovers have slipped  
Through my fingers, leaving me a solitary figure, comforted by a hand.  

And this fills me with grief, a tempest of shame; distanced by anguish,  
Haunted by choices that replay like relentless echoes in my mind.  
I dread living solely for another's affection, yet I fear even more  
The withering of my own love, fading into the abyss of neglect.

And in a fading dream
lost in a forest of nostalgia
Winds singing the days of old,
new to present, unlike when we were younger
Imagination it was; playing house in the yard,
imagining how we'd be as adults
Building our lives out of moulds of mud

...it's makes me laugh in tears,
of how much we've lost
from when we were young

How the world hoards to see us: a collective
Of compulsive opinions, so prevalent in their hearts
Amid the prettiness sleeping awkwardly in your eyes
You’re so pretty in my eyes- I just wish you could
See what I see, but you’re so blinded by the
Glass splinters in your eyes, remaining something of
A child, still finding themselves- eternally lost

Dive into my thoughts like a well-written tale;
to understand the part, you'll forever portray.
Embrace me in your fiery passion,
in a moment so divine -imagining it in
reverie the following day

And caress me gently; sweeter than
any dream that's ever been seen
Our love, a dream so surreal;
In moments lost, we find our appeal.
Kiss me until, we both wake up from that dream.

I found myself immersed in a profound contemplation of the future,
Embarking on a mysterious journey into the unknown,
Witnessing the passage of time, transcending my youthful self,
Facing the fleeting nature of existence, like a fallen leaf,
Unprepared to depart from this earthly realm,
Ultimately, destined to become mere dust,
reunited with the very ground from which I emerged.

A bloom of flowers...
whispers of warmth under cold shivers...
tears of an experience...
gleaming light of joy...
a flame of echoed emotions...
reflection of loveliness...
lonely shatters of time...
the escape from a harsh reality...
a dream of eternal...
once forth as I loved you so–-all of the above,
all to remind me of your worth...

                                            At most, I'm lost for words.

Two lover's body language,
not so good with words in between kisses
The then after; it's likely me ending it
off,— just awkward laughter
Taking bites on the dictionary to feed
my diction

          "I was lost for words
                after our very first kisses"

We eagerly await the faint whispers;
an anticipated breath, and mere hint of your desire.
The echoes of passion reverberate in my ears,
as hearts yearn to break free from their confines.
How could I ever forget the way you adorn yourself,
that dress that sends my eyes rolling back in ecstasy,
just at the thought of you behind me.

Beginning with a few words,
I surrender myself to the pleasure of your touch.
My jeans constrict me, a physical reminder
of the intensity building within me.
My eyes, like flickering candles, chase the
sensation of our skin igniting.
The tension in the air becomes palpable, and
my smile retreats into itself as you kneel before me.
A gentle bite, a tantalizing lick, and squeeze
- my pleas become nothing more than fuel for your insatiable
desire to continue.

From the anticipation that hangs heavy in the air,
to tears that well in my eyes, everything becomes drenched
before we even reach the depths of our passion.
I dive in with a breaststroke, my teeth sinking into your chest,
eliciting your favorite reaction.
Our tongues dance, speaking a language only we understand
- the language of love, of desire, of surrender, and French.
As we moisten our lips with a hint of saliva,
my attempts to speak are futile, for words cannot capture
the intensity of our connection.

I refuse to release my grip on you,
for once I have you in my clutches,
nothing can tear me away from your intoxicating presence.
Silence your phone, let the fragrance envelop your neck,
as I search for the sweet nectar that awaits me on the tips of my fingers.

One, two, or perhaps three this time?
The possibilities are endless, as we lose ourselves
in the intoxicating symphony of our desires.

All of your curves, how do we walk in straight lines;
how do we dance so sublime – how are you the weight
on my mind in my wet dreams, from tears that flow?
You drown out my pride!

Had I ****** you that much, to want to change bladders;
though sleeping alone is it’s own song, would you be
the song bird singing in my dawn?

As the sands of time flow down your hourglass figure,
how are the days of our lives, any less worth, when we
get to spend the night… together!

But as you rest your thoughts on my chest, there’s a deep
pressure, when you take your time to say you love me –
it’s a slow pleasure, when I try to rule out the space that
should be between our breaths, it’s a small measure…

I must be murmuring your name under my breath

An atheist might not believe in God or angels, but maybe
around you, he could believe in being around a person that
feels like a place close to a heaven.

Lost in feelings like a child who has lost their mother’s hand in a clothing store. What can I cling to as life begins to wear me down? I feel out of place in this room, surrounded by a sea of people who adorn themselves in ways that garner admiration from others. My neck is slick with sweat; my eyes heavy with tears, burdened by the smoke swirling in my chest like a traveller stuck in customs.

The ultimate destination is, of course, my head, where thinking of myself in a future tense is so heavy on my brain. My lips start to tense, speaking of the past with a few old friends – I’ve aged too well, that those grappling with the youthful insecurities I once faced believe we’re age mates.

Still what’s looking for a mate: a joint occupant; though my joints ache a bit too much. A soulmate in the wake of these days, but what good is finding one if you don’t really have a soul. So lost in myself.

What little of you, bound by sacred oaths — we find two
spirits, familiar with the gales that lift us toward our
aspirations.

Do we not yearn for shared laughter, as the key for
equal peace?

This laughing note to our mutual harmony?

A melody of joy that ought to resonate, yet is drowned out
by the cacophony of man's war cries, throwing us off our
intended pitch.

Where have the noble minstrels gone, strumming a melody
to caress our beat souls—to exquisite listeners?

While the architects of unjust conflicts gaze down upon the
turmoil, their hearts untouched, as everything we cherish
slips away into the chasm.

Pick at my thoughts,
lurking from the shadows.
DARK!
With eyes focused at the light,
end of the tunnel is narrow through a peep hole.
HOPE!
At the end of every struggle,
we're all fighting for just a taste of it.
WAKE!
Our dreams keep us fast asleep in the daylight,
Imaginations vivid of a kid wishing to change the world.
BUT,
His penny for a thought makes less sense
for the millions of ideas he has.  

LORD!
You see me an empty sinner,
sin I indulge in, leaves me feeling emptier.
I try to branch off from them.
LOST!
Like the child who hasn't found himself,
to busy living in the shadows of others.
Friends who can easily find love,
I'm stuck at trying to love myself.

HELP!
Someone save me from myself,
before I crash at the edge.
Screaming in my head, to the point I'm dead.
LOUD!
Cries in my inner fibre,
I'm bleeding much more inside.
I can not lie,
the broken people are more damaged inside.

REAL!
Are the words I write;
that echo in the corners of air pockets
These are all but,
LORD WORDS!

Falling in love with you was not my intention,
Longing for someone like you couldn't come so soon.
A broken heart is just another lesson.
I guess I was never one who could learn his lesson,
Fell in love so many times to even count
But this time I hope love doesn't cut my heart out.

I'm in love,  O'yes indeed but not like these others times.
Quite strange isn't it, how new love always makes  our hearts the brightest of all shines.
Funny how love looks so old but feels so brand new,
And these strange feelings making me feel like this had to come, but I cannot stop them,  if only I knew.

Perhaps my heart wants what the mind says I cannot have,
But choosing who we fall in love with can never be done.
But then again I always found that's what makes love so much fun.
How love can be our strength and our greatest drug,
All the feelings and emotions all out for display can't be hidden,  not even under a rug.

So I've fallen in love once again as many times as I can even count,
Love indeed is the strangest thing I know.
But we all can't buy love we cannot afford this amount,
And even though I always try to run away from this love you always seem to find me,
In all the places I try to hide.
But I honestly I  don't think love is blind because lovers is always something you always see.

With love, we are made from love
To love,— we are once loved
Give love to receive love, be love to see love
And speak love to taste love

We are all love...

Ocean lines,— under those eyes;
and lovely tears of their blue.
I took a bite of your fruit; cherry lips,
red passionate desired kiss.
Smooth skins of curves; peaches compliment
the plums. Passion fruit, a sour grape mix;
of bitter sweet love at times of you.
A basket case; I'm the fool neither less full of your fruit.

It's under your shoes; glass pieces of hearts
you step on with your high heel boots.
The cracks of sound are the proof;
of your quickened harshness to be my abuse.
I'm no use,— of not being the type used to you.
Scared of a cost to being scarred by love;–
so sacred of you, and all it's holy oxygen in the room.

The atmosphere does change;
but never more like your shades.
I'm stuck in empty pages; trying my best to read into
you. Oh of how the longings I have to meet,— on that
particularly day past a pens dreams painted in ink.
Cornered by love, if when I'm dared to walk on it's street.

The sweets nothings on repeat;
the few awkward hugs, handshakes, speed dating,
and those meet and greets.

Best to find love,— before it comes hunting for
me.

L-O-V-E

Looking Out Very Enthusiastically.

I once met a man made out of steel;- but he was too afraid
To disclose all the hearts he stole, instead pointing out
All the love he had bought, as one constantly waiting for
What’s in store. The wise con artist selling out dreams
Only to lonely fools, who buy into flightless ideas-
Such tall ideas, with the promise of giving them wings

And to those he came to meet;- his very eyes carved up
Their bodies, to offer as fresh sushi; a bloodlust fishman,
Holding a charm with such impeccable practice
He spoke love’s language, with words sharp as knives
Cutting all costs, to make any love feel exorbitantly priced;

Alas I present myself to you- the author of such dreams
I am a halibut; playacting to have tough flesh underneath,
Drowning in the endless submerging feeling, of love
Swimming an entire life; sinking deeper by a heart of steel,
Still, anything that must breathe, must certainly bleed.

As when I bought a taste of love, it indeed
Tasted like my very own blood!

As the night falls, countless memories fade
away like shooting stars in the sky.
In my dreams, I often find myself wide awake,
surrounded by vibrant neon lights that dance
on the walls as the darkness creeps in.
Silently, I wait, longing to say goodbye to the
night and embrace the illusions of the day.

The energy of people sends shivers down my spine,
their unfamiliar eyes haunting my dreams until
we witness this entire world consumed by fire.
The resounding trumpets echo through my soul,
like the gates of heaven shaking on the brink of collapse.

In the realm of my thoughts, I sit amidst the
smoky trees, inhaling their pollution and igniting
the fires within me, prolonging the anticipation of love.
And with each new melody that reaches my ears,
I am reminded of the days that have slipped away.

I'll only get better,
growing old with you.
It's Love and a Rose both growing,
between many summers, it's fall
and springing up again.
You and I are just a bloom.

I am Love and you my Rose,
amongst the prettiest flowers,
I picked you out hiding in the shade.
As I held you in hand,
I felt your blossom.

As did I pick into my thoughts,
your sharp thorns picked into my heart.

As did the rain fall,
I too did fall.
As Love I've searched for growth,
and as Love I poured down myself onto you,
And it showed me worth.

As a Rose,
you found aid in my hand.
For as a Rose you're a beauty
looking for someone to dearly care of you.
For if True Love fails to pick you,
Love has failed at it's task.

And if man is too afraid to search
for love and their Rose,
They too have failed at their task.

| The weird, wonderful and I
   lost in a wash of dreams—or was it
    just my tears? I fell in love in your glaring eyes
  Omission, and my hiatus from personal friends
    bad omens about bad luck
  You were just a chum I'd hate to meet,
   with all of my charm and ice cream bucks
    a lick of paint white to coat our insecurities

I'll admit all the ones I love all just bully me-never picked
on by jealousy, but just the people who love to test me
I never had the time to state the plans; but I would
mark my territory in all your memories land
Honest; I'd light the passion we both shared again
if I worked more on my pyrokinesis powers
My heart stays warm over you, I just pray you don't end
up bullying me too

| I swear it doesn't feel like my first time
   practicing with myself probably last night
  But I'm going to be shy; wrapping it tight to the fit
   still without a ****** for my heart—I'm going
     to be love sick. Our sheets are going to be ******
  And I still hope by that time we both are too

We could have a good time, and not feel so pressured cos
we're both so shy. I can't always be this romantic guy
Let's both stay connected; as long as we don't change
our heart's codes to the WiFi
Just a little private time after pillow talk in this chat room
bury my past lovers in a present's future tomb

...let's shoot for love, and fall for each other like shooting stars

I had this piece come to me in a dream without a beginning,
but only with an end to record...

What's love: about keeping your word,
but not always knowing how it goes

What's love: as a purest scent by the intentions you
could smell, that not everyone knows

What's love: but a game; of sometimes being
an emotional sport

What's love: to a friend, as only a light promise to them;
while an enemy's revenge, is always kept by their word

And what's love meant to be, and how is it supposed to
be shown, if it just always remains a word?
  

                   ...I guess I'll never know.

THE LAST WORDS in the taste of love –
As I summon the sweetness to wash my palate
My skin can never find much rest in the day;
A makeshift bed; my body feels like a pallet.
Growing old, means having a mix of colours
Inside of my beard; making it a face palette.

But wouldn’t I love to own a palace –
To French kiss someone in Paris,
And to be loved by both her parents.

Find me a love that is apparent;
Stealing a lingering kiss, like stealing the time
But let’s not clock in the times you tick me off –
Just tick off my check-boxes, of being the one.

And let our love be a beautiful love ballet.

All the shortest summers,
I compare a love to a beautiful day,
Tempted temperatures; this artistry close to lust,
There's a careless wind of having nothing to say.

But summer's a bit short,
by these winter chills down my spine,
You leave so lovely; missing a bright complexion,
And of course; that lovely bright smile.

All that's fair; but feels dimmed, and trimmed,
Cut off from your love, I held to my very last,
Opened my eyes to yours; to feel I once dreamed.

But I do scare of beauty's fade; coming to our age,
When all our possessions are but empty, and cold,
Children remembering us as shadows under shade.

Time grows. And I've grown deep roots into love,
But love often is this constant battleground.

But I'll be one keen to fight all for you.

Don't be lost for love,
if you can't read any of the signs
Love is blind,
but we aren't blind to decide.
We may fall in love with our hearts,
but we need to remember our minds.

Perhaps love is a matter of body, heart, soul and mind.

In these vacant palms — cradled by the essence of my aspirations;
I clung to you with every enduring emotion, trembling and slick
with the weight of nostalgia, far beyond what could be deemed
ordinary, or wise in grasping at faded recollections.

My throat feels parched; I gulped down a swarm of love bugs,
hoping to replenish the affection I’ve lost — lost lovers. My
fingers bear the scars of nervous habits, raw and gnawed down
to the quick; the restless heart fears that the sharpness of love
might not pierce me as it once did.

Numbing pain; headache tablets full in a mouth,
speedy replies, and local loves. I love the rush.
I broke my heart for a crush.
Reminder: life is a little too
rough.

But I'm acting tough, close to the lines of messing up.
Always about to cuss. I swore it was the last,
but that's just a whispering bluff.
Enough of myself, too full of
myself every time I
laugh.

I spend hours thinking about random stuff; to huff
and puff, and blow away my best love. And we
both love spending hours talking about
some random
stuff.

She's had enough, with pure innocence of a dove.
And I'm the one sinning on her behalf. She's the
better half; but still a kid at heart, acting
tough. She's a calf, domesticated from
her wild love from her
past.

We're tragically in love, not from above or succumbs;
pushing time into each other, as it will shove.
Holding necks with a love glove, it has me
so choked up. In the first line of
love being a
drug.

Seems the blind
can only see love
blind in love-
blinded to see only one

I have one last bullet for your name,
and a trigger to inch that nerve for love

A magazine to read that body language,
and way to love you to no end, by that muzzle

A target to shoot my shot, and a license to
**** the time, when we spend it kissing each other

A quick reload on my words, knowing what to
say; those words that turn you on

As you look like a rose, and those roses are stained in red,
by the violence to love each other so true

And I mistook you for a treat, but it was a sweet death
knowing I would **** the whole world, to prove my love to you

                              It's such a tragic crime; -love.

Falling into love, falling out time
Falling out of reasons to keep you in my mind
Don't know where I'm going
I just hope I'm running my way to you
Everybody wants love, I don't want a love without you
I'm just falling, please don't let me fall away you

Finding my way in new seasons,
Finding my way to you
Haunted by my exes, telling me I'm a fool
I could sing a thousand songs, to be in tune with you

All of the kings, have all of the queens
All of the ghosts are living inside of me
And I can't save myself
But I'll save my love for you

And it haunts me knowing I'll fall in love
Touched by inner spirits of the spirit of love
I've opened heart before, till love haunting it's house
I'm haunted by a past, haunted by insecurities,
waiting to be haunted by you— don't you ever call me boo

But if I cannot place my faith in love,
how can I trust in myself?

But you can’t spell the word Love
without experiencing an L, pursing it.

As we adorn our hearts with L plates;
forever students in the school of love.

Every first kiss is like a cup of yeast;
raising our hopes for what is to come.

Yet, to yearn for more while offering
less in a relationship, is merely a recipe
for disappointment – a yeast infection.

There’s an imbalance when it comes to
your love life…

Heart and soul, the symphony orchestra of your
beauty’s chords. I wrote you a note,—
a love letter with a fountain pen;
Ink lines fine tuned, emotions filled in words.

The sounds of trees blowing in a summer wind,
a palm holding onto birds singing morning secrets in
my ears. The ocean tackling tides, of love in waves.
The blue I see; kissing you with joyful tears.

A minor occurrence; in these major keys,
fiddling to find the right one to the lock.
The song of love isn’t the same for all,
An interlude—lyrics of love, her and I both sing.

Ssshh!

Calm yourself--your anxious feelings,
and hungering eyes. Let the sound of love move
you off your feet. Under stars of ball room lights,
dancing together. I’ll be waiting darling till
you and I meet.

dilated tears, those that cut through your eyes – in the
silence of hope, I know love will call for me part-time;
working myself just to prove forever. but it always stays
the same, fighting the headache of it all – smiles dissolving
away like an aspirin in a glass of water

where you rest your mind on everything you had; memories
are just gravestones, where we bury ourselves in – hoping
they too find their resurrection

in memory; I’ve written dreams of love on chiselled marble
slabs – lettered in gold, where we loved each other, close
enough to death; ending if all off as two concrete bodies

love makes death jealous, on how good it plays the waiting
game. the still waiting of a grandparent, who reaches their
own old age, knowing in death, they will finally meet their
lover once again.
                love is age, and that love is beautiful!

Love is a two way street.

I give love; out of a willingness to receive love.
Upon speaking love, I would have heard of it,
Experienced passionately; out of a passion to be loved.

Out of a passion to be loved, experienced passionately.
I would have heard of it, upon speaking love.
Out of a willingness to receive love; I give love.

Love is a two way street.

I could intensely sense the metallic tang
of blood coursing through her weary eyes,
painting a vivid red picture of agony and despair.
It was as if the very essence of life had transformed
into a distasteful reminder of mortality,
akin to the off-putting sensation of morning breath.

The realization that death could manifest itself
within one's very being caused a shiver to travel
down my spine. The odorous assault of decay
lingered in the air, assaulting the senses with
each blink of an eye, echoing the macabre scene
painted by the stained marble floors,
a canvas of violence and loss.

There are moments when I yearn to hold onto
you as a means of seeking stability in the chaos
that surrounds us. Love, often described as a blind journey,
leads me to close my eyes at times, attempting
to shield myself from the harsh truth that love
can sometimes obscure reality.

A master calls on an international call,
as your visa card declined; no more flying in all your love dreams
Using a MasterCard to pay for smiles; but your smiles are fairy tale,
with all those Cinderella moments of wanting to go to a ball
Go out in the world, and have your heart stolen by a Robin hood,
for you once had a rich worth, but love treated you in poor tastes
And you never found the right steps to fall in love again,—never
fitting into that glass shoe

You were a snow white in pieces,
with a dress stained in blood; not as pure as before
Your prince charming left you in creases
pressed on you—as not all first impressions are like
that waking kiss. It’s often best to remain sleeping

As human instinct holds onto a past with a hand of hook,
we’re pirating on old joys. I love to recall the honeymoon period of
relationships. When the honey was still sweet, and sweet nothings
blocked my ears from all the buzzing bees.
I enjoyed that type of love, where we’d communicate constantly,
and speak to each other across a room, with just a look

My only want, is to love someone not for their value
in my life, but what value they have for themselves
And not on the ways they’d  show me a beautiful appearance
only in secret, — I won’t love you in secret!
Let down your hair, so I can climb the towers of your thoughts,
my only Rapunzel; it’s only for me to play with your hair
And firstly loving you as a friend, before I ever made you a wife
I’d cherish the treasures of your eyes, the gold hidden in a sight,
never buried from the world, — I won’t love you in secret

As love is fairy tale; only for the few to author
a better conclusion

Narrating their values, fears, and boundaries,
and in this composition of expectations,
least expect that happily ever after final kiss

Cos love is a risk, an untameable beast
that takes less of those outward appearances,
and rather what you’re willing to put in

      ...XOXO, choose and make out how you want the story to go.

And it’s in this miserable, and
disastrous handy advice,
All that is left; for those who aren’t
as adroit; as fishermen in the game
of love, to find their catch
— a master baiter.

Ends up being what they’ll
believe is the right choice to make
then after, to instead be
— a masturbator.

Stillness
or as the wanting eyes would
wish to see of beauty

But babe, love isn't always as patient
as who hasn't desired a feeling of that rush

Crush, crush, it's crushing my heart
waiting on proclaiming my love
But it's a heavy still; of being under a rock
                                      Love is so hard

Heavy day shifts,
and comes the lonely night shifts.
Breathe the pheromones, the body tones,
ashes in a cloud—before we experience yesterday's rain.
Purest skins, and innocent eyes of the dirtiest brains,
thinking I'll do in myself, soon after doing you in.
Love has you sore in the chest; swept you swiftly with the
bruises on your knees.

Love is the air,
in the atmosphere of what we breathe daily.
Carelessly blowing in the wind; pieces stuck in your hair.
Like written messages on the wall, surrounding the
room's resting memories in crayon. You could count them all.
In deep chasms of emotions—I'm not only falling in love,
but also floating in the air. Love is the air.

It grips me by a click,
pointing at the sounds of my mouth without words.
Without too many girls, to express how I feel.
Or the dues to pay for new love experiences of someone
who could fit the bill.

She's in the air, along with the Heavens,
the birds and the bees. The mountain views, and the
closet reach I have to my dreams. Love is in the air,
but I wonder how far I'll have to jump to reach her,
(kiss her) My love remains stuck in the air.

Taken upon course,
love indeed sails in all directions,
Thus why a relationship.

Taken upon growth,
love indeed does grow as two,
Thus why we fall if a Lover leaves.

Taken upon mystery,
love indeed does bare a lot anew,
Thus why love can be so obscure.

Taken upon feet,
love indeed does knock you over,
Thus why we fall by a love trip.

Taken upon pain,
love indeed can easily break heart,
Thus why we call it heartbroken.

Taken upon lies,
love indeed built upon such less lasts,
Thus why love can be deceive.

Taken upon God,
love indeed then is True and Pure,
Thus why love be immortal.

As are the things of love,
wonder, pain, anguish, strength
And our very weakness,
love is many in things.

This language of love—

how do I express it without the words...

where do I place it without the touch...

when do I show it without my eyes...  

what do I have without the heart...

who do I love without the reason...

and why do I fall in without the love?

                  My love language...

Seems I've already been here before,
searching endlessly in a void
A man trapped by the eyes of those who still see a boy

I guess I'm still yet to grow

There's an echo bouncing off the wall; back and forth
Swinging by, and whispering a sweet lie;
it could be the monsters, or just the voices in my head

Either way,
none of those sounds playing,
leaves me feeling a little bit scared

I should say a prayer,
but I've preyed on so much precious time,
I'm only left chasing the few seconds I have left
While being stuck in between an acute happiness,
and all the feelings of being depressed

There isn't an angle to explain how loudly
I want to scream at people's faces
Describing the colours of their aura,
mostly in their displaying hatred

But then again,
it may come out a little racist

I've come to find myself writing love letters to the dark

And the result:

the ugliness of the morning
to see such a beauty, of my dark art

                       ...bite your tongue,
                          as there are no other words
                          to speak of this
  
Just quietly shut your mind,
and open your eyes

                             This is the unholy piece

Love and lust;
tell me what's the difference, when both
things give me such a rush,
Swore we wouldn't be any of these things;
but aren't we all so quick to cuss?

I talk too much;
can't bite my tongue on words, unless
if I'm not able to pay for our lunch.
I once took out a girl; hoping for a chance
to cuff. Hoping not to get declined on both
my intentions, and brand new swipe card's bluff.

Being in love sometimes *****;
when you're getting blasted for not checking up.
Meeting up; 'I'm a little busy today, but I swear
by tomorrow we'll do some catching up.'
But we're back to the part of going to cuss;
and I've had so many catches, but I'm the one
still catching up.

Let me butter you up;
have you out to spread with open legs,
As I'm tempting myself so close to lust.
Here comes the rush, as the sweetest kisses brim;
overflowing out of my cup.

Our minds are about to erupt;
we both know what's coming up, and what's up.
Seems so hard to stop; but I'm listening to my
spirit, causing things to interrupt.

Looking cute in my eyes of a pup;
every angle looking so plump, before
my head is rushing to pump. Just to dump
my confidence to peers that I'm not a chump.
That I know how exactly to cuff.

But I told myself to stop...

I've been so close in this game between
love & lust;
The hungrier flesh; skins wanting what
they want. But as for me; I'm not letting them have
their luck.

I'm not letting up.

As her lips met mine,
a spark ignited within me.
Her kiss was like a flame that
burned with passion and desire.
I couldn't get enough of her taste, even though
it left my tongue sore and bruised.

She was my solace in times of loneliness,
a beautiful presence that made everything feel right.
But now, as I sit here alone, I can't help but wonder
why that lovely kiss ended in such a lonely way.
As if I could clear my throat more to clear my brain,
I can't clear enough of our messages to clear her name.

My heart aches with confusion and longing,
and tears stream down my face as
I try to make sense of it all.

Do you feel nostalgia every time you walk into the room,
as the pillow talks of our make believe? Tender kisses,
biting desires and creases of time stuck in the sheets.

The echo drops of dripping walls, the yearning calls
of passionate eyes—burning embers of your red skin.
Blushing lips; a crushing weight of the burdens I try to shake.
One screams a name, or in turn whispers it's calm in the first hug
of embrace. The shape of bodies, outlined reminiscences on a bed.

Oh-the sense of appeal, peeling away an oozing flux of one's
*** appeal. Branching out into words--your'e barking up the wrong
tree. No harsher than the bark, but a bite to force you to leave.
Duped by the words lost in kisses; I meant to say lead.

To places of touch; a rush of the brushing eyes...you've swept me
by your night gown's sight. My love for you, inside the like of it's
silk fabric. Covering your face under the blankets, but the glow of
your skin—you could never mask it.

Strength lost in the weakness of love. Making two for the best
of one, as when the two flesh become one.

                                                   Now that's making love.

As easily, a leaf falls
--we sometimes fall in love
Such is a tragic beautiful nature
deep rooted, in wettest tears desire

Often to be a clasp, locking my lips
by fastening burning sensation to love
—as young, while the time is ours
We are like flowers, pretty fragile, bending
                                  to much higher powers

Do not speak to me of nature: of those
unnatural unattractive eyes, not to at least once
                     See into having ***** intentions
You’d spoil the soil of your skin, that has left
yours and my nostalgia—two kids first kiss
And what’s left of a heart, lying empty on hot
pavement, belonging to the street’s

You are the frozen tear, that cauterized me
till years. Still I’ve enjoyed such a burning passion
As perhaps by nature—why I’m so in love,
perhaps by our love nature, we have all
                      these seasons to fall in love

A tune playing on and on in my head, reminds me of you,
just going to let it play on and on till I do not know what to do.
Going to let my heart take me far away without leaving my mind,
Just to be close to you once more and love a woman so kind.

A woman like no other that every man wishes he had,
The woman I would leave it all behind and never feel so sad.
And I will admit that you tease my heart but I still love this feeling,
just don't let my words go to waste, please baby, don't leave me pleading.

Pleading to have you now, I can no longer wait,
My heart is aching just to be the one you love and a love we call fate.
And excuse me for being the man you see so needy
but I must admit that I love you so much,
And your no lover as such.

A lover like no other because they all act the same,
All trying to win the major love game.
And I've been playing for far too long,
but I'm getting close to my end,
Because this love has become more than a friend.

Shall we not be two skies apart,
but of one being, and flesh.
Given a piece of myself for a trade of your heart.

Let's not waste into time, nor spare a moment,
but be eachs constant.
A loving inspiration for the words of this odd  poet.

Kindly gentle down your heart upon my hand,
being it little, it holds a lot.
Shall we be covered by love like the oceans  surrounding the land.
Kindly hidden amongst the waves, underneath pieces of sand.

Gently I hold onto you, dared not to lose,
for in a game of love, we'd seek to conquer.
Still, if all I had was little, I'd have something much to prove.

Joy with me as a smile like one of a young man in love,
whose stomach turns with butterflies.
Such feelings never being enough.

Journey with me if dared,
ride the longest mile locked in my arms.  
For true happiness is only a distance away, so shall I take you there?

All our memories of before
Childhood trauma; too young to escape
Or able minded to put condoms on our eyes,
To protect our sights from a mind ****

I could see you clearly after dark,
A place you and I are from; tunnel vision
Trying our best to run to the end of that light
I must have forgotten the taste of a bright smile,
In a summer; summoning up the words to summarise
All the reasons why I’ve fallen in love with you again today

Comprehension; my comprehensive spending
On all the times I picked your interests
Late night texting in secret, sexting at times
And of course it being so risky; we were together
To help each other put back our pieces

The loneliest people, alone in a crowded room
One touch for two, three extra shots
When I’m drinking it all for you
By the four count of a beat;
Causing my heart to beat like a drum
And counting five reasons to hold your hand tightly

           ...mmmh, is this a feeling of love
           or a feeling of finally being loved?