Why do I let myself
Get so mad I… I…
I fight hard against self
But the anger swells it
Overcomes me and
I struggle with tongue
To not say these words that
Cut like daggers and pierce deep
Just like bullets…
And can I ever feel guiltless?
Bible says forgive and forget.
But right after the surge
I feel ever such a helpless
Little fool, that I'ma foolish
And weak man.
That's really way I feel
In the aftermath.
God knows why I'm like this
But I haven't figured out yet.
I rage like lion only to abate
an ugly duckling in garden.
God knows I regret.
Trying to find the ways to
Never again start mess.
And it's painfully redundant.
I get ******, then change of wind
And I'm low tide emotions.
Well.
That's where my heart is.
Blissfully ignorant to the fact
That this is heartache.
I can't hold grudges
Can't stay angry
But sure as hell can handle
Depressed.
I can always say sorry…
Even when fault lies
With the other party.
Always an apology on my lips.
Maybe it's a strength?
But right now only God knows
Why He made me like this.

I denude the skin off your
peach
To reveal the ripe
Hidden underneath.
I realize now that I've,
after that first touch
Of soul and mind,
Become a hedonist
For your lips.
A ****** for that special bliss
That makes you taste
So.
****.
Sweet.
Somehow you set me free
And bind me
Simultaneously.
My mind unbound ever since
I discovered new appetence
For the taste of your saccharine.
But I'm anchored into you
Cause this sensation occurs
Only when I'm with,
When I give in to urge
And appease my senses,
When I partake,
And I taste
That Milky Way
That is
You.

Constellations
Traced for hours
In the dark of night.
Stars and planets
In a universe known
Only to my sight.
Fingers drenched in stardust
From a world that
Knows only my touch.
Senses overstimulated
By a melodic nebula
That draws in my love.
And
I could stare daily
Into the light of
That hidden milky way.
Stare evermore
Into the wonders
Of that universe
That you embody
Filled to infinity
With those precious
And forever blooming
Constellations.

I cover
Your every inch
Of dark skin
With touches tender
Like the darkness
That we've entered.
With windows shuttered
And the lights extinguished
As anticipation rises
For the caress of
Secret places to begin.

I embrace you,
Like the shadows
That raced to
Cover your skin,
I trace your curve
with fingertips and lips.
My piqued interest peaks
As I feel the trembles,
And the radiated heat
That eminates from your core
To the surface that I search
To bring bright an vivid
The image of your visage
to my mind
Just like reading braille.

Four senses left
I'm just like the blind
And so I
Rediscover every line
Every hill and sweet valley
Projected in my mind's eye
While I listen to your neosoul
sighs and prelude moans
Which, by lack of sight
Become magnified...
Til passions melodies end
In sweet cadence of night's
Darkness

The
whisper of your name
lingers in the furthest corners
of my soul, on my tongue forever
a song that eternal, stays,
Though soft as down, plays,
loud as new dawns rays.
In my eyes you remain,
fiery hot. And though I fall
and though I stumble, as ink
on paper stains it's way,
through this world I think...
And I hope, and pray, that despite
the obstacles that come between,
our hearts will beat as one,
forever until there is no rising sun
nor moon, nor stars to light
the surface of this earth and
grace the pigments of your skin.
I will hold you beloved in the
furthest reaches of all that is deep
within me. I will cherish you, your ardent
warmth, your beauty and your charm,
Your anger and your pleasant, your smile,
dearest to me until that moment beyond time
and forever on after then.

My dearest love,
you are pleasant
to my eyes.
You are
Rich honey, thick and sweet,
upon my tongue,
you are a
delightful composition
in my mind.
Your love emanates into me,
ardent and fulgent,
warmth to my core.
And so I pull you into my
ever open arms, to hold you tight
once more.

You are a vibrant pink lily
with starlight at your center
floating on my calm waters;
beautifying my stormy waters.
Anchored to my soul by the
red string of fate fastened
between you and I

I am the wind.
Blowing on your wind
Chimes.
The ocean water slipping onto
Your gentle beach during
The tide.
I'm the dew on your
Rose petals when
The sun rise.
And the starlight piercing
Through time
To reach your surface.
I'm midnight ink soaking your
Your blank inches
That await my signature kisses.
I'm fingers on your strings
Musician playing
your music.
You're the muse behind
My bemusement
As I wonder how
You love me.
I am
The floor beneath your feet
When you're dancing majestically
I get chills over my skin.
My pigments sing
When the sensation flicks
Like cloud lightning.
Such is the depth to
Which you reach
Like a well to draw water
From the earth
You tap into my innermost
Being.
Just speaking metaphorically
Bout the ornateness
Of the passion leaving
me breathless.
You're like petrichor
After a long rain.
Like a closed door
On past things.
Like a new chapters
New page
First sentence
First syllable
First letter
Exploding imagery in my mind.
Like fireworks in the dark night.
Like a candle flame
Bursting into existence
Without delay
Ardent in every kind of way.
I picture drinking your cocoa
In front of a fireplace.
You're spices and sugar
Strong, flavorful,
Saturate my taste.
Laughter that leaves me
Gasping for air
With no escape.
The island of Aeaea
To my Odysseus.
I'm lost in you
Like a raindrop
Fallen into the sea.
A ****** but for your love.
Such is the intensity of
What I have in my heart
I feel I must have brushed heaven
When your lips touched.
When I first truly looked at you
And thought to myself,
She's as beautiful as
The ruby red sun
At dusk
On the ocean horizon.
And I, the artist inspired
By such pulchritude,
Can't get you out my mind,
How could I express such
Presence?
No matter how I paint,
No matter the music I play,
Your description is locked in,
The image burns on my mind
Though I write many a
Metaphor.

The Lips
That dance over my skin.
How long I've waited for them,
For that delicious touch of his
To meet with mines.
How
Long I've waited to give love
And he's pulled it right out of me
With those
Lips.
The touch of his words
Send me into a pirouette
And set me aglow in my very depths.
And although they've
Only touched my surface
They reach so very deeply into the
Very heart of me.
Does he even see
What he does to me?
What he pulls out of me?
Emotions I never knew
Could exist.
He's lips that
Melt away my insides
With a simple smile
But the effect doesn't stop there,
Doesn't hold back, doesn't spare,
Doesn't overlook any inch
Of me that needs the warmth
That's forever emanating
From his lips that set my
Soul to dancing,
Sets my heart aflutter
Till I pointe
Ready to rise high
Feeling as royal as a queen.
Oh how long I've waited for
His lips.
I dream of the lush
Revel in the ardent
Touch
Of those precious
Sweets
Saved just for me
And my palate.
as lovely as dew
In the morning  
And flowers in full bud
Just for me.
His lips.

Pitter-patter
plip-plop-ploop
rain falls on the window
Sill as, pondering invisible thoughts, you
stare out at gray weather
looking as though you yourself
once upon a time
fell from on high
like these drops of water
to soak, and saturate
my life.
My thoughts run smooth
As I regard you.
alike heavy watercolors and inks
on paper you dye me.
And when they ask
about the changing colors of my canvas.
I'll answer that raindrops
fell as I floated down
down the river of time
and so of course was soaked.

For you my art becomes somatic.
For you it melds asomatous and adroitness.
My oeuvre is intended for you
and so I bestow with the invisible ink,
of the mind that only you see,
the precious words thick with dreams
and hidden meanings.
L'œuvre de la Nuit
Showcased to an audience of only one
At 3am whilst the world waits on the sun.
Inspired by a masterpiece
My work has only just begun.
And we’ve many more sunset to dawns
To layer my ardor many times over
On your heart.

You
Turn me into a poet aroused
by the beauty of your being and I
Feel the increasing need to impart,
to write with asomatous ink, many a stanza upon
the surfaces of the recesses of your heart.
My desire for you transforms me from beast
Into a composer with a symphony,
to compose lush chanson to reach
deep and strong within thee
until you vibrate with a thousand
instruments.
La nuit commence tout juste.
With such art fait la nuit
is there really need for sleep?

Tonight
I want first to explicate
and delve into the many ways
that I will love you
through ever so many days.
And afterwards to situate
the softest, and warmest touch
of lips like a painters wet brush
onto new canvas.
To seep into you like
a vocalists voice into new lyric.
To flow with you akin
a dancer gliding through the motions
of a grand romance, an
oeuvre cowritten by you and I
performed through the night.

At 4:30 am
I wake up excited to see
The sun rise.
More so excited to be
Enveloped in your starlight
When you do arise
With a warm "good morning".
Your beautiful visage bright
As my delight that you're mine.
As surely as East faces Dawn
Will I forever revel in the mornings
Because you're next to me.
Mind, body, and soul
Connected to me.
Opening my eyes to all the beauty
Within you,
Within me
Within the world
Til I look forward to your sunrise
At 4:30
a.m

Dear love,
I ask that you be patient.
I've just now realized
I'm holding on to fragments
Of a past before the lessons
That I learned from you
Straightened my worldview
Setting everything in my vision
To pink.
The passion runs deep
So that the thought of being
With you is a constant.
And yet, I'm still learning
To let go of the fragments.
Rewiring my mind takes
Quite a bit of practice.
However I can promise
That the end result will be
Well worth your patience.

I write poetry
Cause I've never been
Good at photography
And I want to create
The same vivid imagery
In your mind
With the words I write.
Though written for all to see,
I write deliberately with
Secret words the meanings
of which I hide just for you and I
To warm your heart,
Rekindle and stoke the fire
Because when I'm away
And my lips and fingertips,
Words, and goofiness,
Can't keep you warm,
I feel a great and growing
Longing for your presence.
That's why even now
I write this love poem.

Ain't nothing like the
real thing
Baby.
Nothing like your voice,
Your visage, body,
Nor touch.
No fantasy worth having,
No dream worth sleeping,
No woman worth the flirting.
Only time worth waiting
Til you're back in my arms,
Only distance worth traveling
Because I'll run near or far
To hold you again,
Kiss you again,
Make Love again,
Pray together again,
Whisper once more,
Set butterflies and bubbles loose
Deep down in your core.
Ain't nothing that can
match the feeling
Of the real thing
Between you and me
Baby.

Your hot lips
Grace my cool skin
Like morning dew
On blades of grass.

Just as your fingertips
Caress like rays of sunlight
Caress the horizon
During sun-set & rise.

And your deep brown eyes
Staring deep into mine
Light a fire in me that defies
The cold that grows
When you're not by my side.

And musician that
I am,
I create the vibrations
That you dance with me to
through the night.

Voy a amarte
As the sun rises and sets,
As the rains and snows fall
Through nil or stormy winds.
As the blades of grass grow high,
The flowers bud, and fruits ripen.
As Rivers flow unhindered
And clouds grace mountain peaks.
❤️
Je vais t'aimer
As the world awakens and sleeps.
Love you as I breath in deep,
Love you as you spin, leap
And
Pointe
❤️
Forever the sole dancer
my soul şarkı
Ben aşk sizi dans
❤️
Amor você como o brilho das estrelas
And we spiral through the galaxy.
Love you as time stands still
And I'm at loss for words.
Love you as no serenade remains
Within this harpist fingers,
As I can no longer to press my lips
Against and caress your skin.
As I close my eyes and forever slumber.
Love you as my Maker I meet.

Jecelahay weligiis

Write lovely words on my skin,
Dye every pigment with your ink.
Place the characters with your lips,
And the gentle strokes of your fingertips​.
And when you've written a thousand words
.
.
.
Envelope me in your arms
And seal me with a kiss.
Then mail me to heaven
Addressed to Sweet Bliss.

I paint a picture
Sculpt a sculpture
Frame your figure
With ink thick and black
That stains this soft paper
Until at long last
your image
Your soft brown skin and hair,
Your deep brown eyes
and heart shaped lips
The curve of your hips
your thighs,
The things only for my eyes,
The intimates only for my heart
The ardency solely for my soul,
The strength of your mind
And heart that beats strong, inside
And outside top to bottom,
projects from words in a poem
Unhindered

I never mind
Receiving a kiss
From your cherry lips
When
Sweeter are the words
I speak
Because the love
Nectar from your peach
Coats my tongue.

I love my bittersweet
Dark Chocolate.
She's sharp and warm
And on my palate
Melts, ever deliciously.

Hazel eyes to take in the beauty,
Rough hands to cup a soft cheek,
Supple lips to plant words sweet,
And unspoken,
Onto scented brown skin.
Writing sensual poetry on your melanin
Until a million choice words grace your skin
Crisscrossing and overlapping one another
To create the perfect lyric,
Where your vibrations settle into cadence

I
Planted a garden.
Took a few years
To see it's fruition.
Now, through my mind
A goddess walks
To the beat of my music.

We are artists.
A dancer
And a harpist.
We make sweet beauty together.
And in love we became one.
More than music and motion,
More than artistic persons,
More than our expressions.
In truth we became intimacy
At it's peak.
We've weaved a universe
That only exists between
Your footsteps and my harps strings,
And between the electric touches
And our star hearts gravity.
It's a unique cosmic
Where we match frequencies,
Vibrations becoming sensations
That are neon colored vibrant
And I paint a picture with my hands
Of her
Every curve brushed by fingertips
And lips
And I'm caressed by hers ardent.
We fill up our world with art
And fiery passion
With intimate dance
And  sweet music.

Every musician
has his/her inspiration
For every improv and performance,
And every composer their
Muse for every composition.
I thank God that mine
Is constantly in mind
So I can produce music that can define
Her.
Because it's useless trying
With just words.

I sleep tight
Body and soul wrapped up in her arms
I rest assured
Knowing I'll wake up in her warmth
I'm comfortable in her presence
Fully relaxed I give up all the tension
And sink into her thick and sweet scent
Her soft and smooth moreno skin
And closing my weary eyes
Resting upon her *****
The starry night
becomes a simple perfection.

I need,
And so am found to be wanting,
For the fact of simply not having
My love, my dear, my sweet,
My friend, my heart, and ever lovely
Darling and only. My No.1 queen.
I am ever alone
Who have I to defy this aching
In my soul

Besides you?
It's you who moves me to create
To dance, to pluck strings, to paint,
To act upon my inner desires
And pull out your love-song and satiate
Without pause. To inquire
Your body, heart and mind
And care for them for as long as I
Live.

But without you near I
Have been found wanting
And incomplete.
Impatient to meet
And quench my being
On all that you offer to me
And present you my overflowing
Love that longs only
For thee.

I am so outright
Lonely
Wondering
What keeps me going
Wondering
Who are my real friends
Indeed
I'm thinkin bout if I have any
And
It's quite annoying
Realizing how limited
My list is,
Full of shortcomings
And I fail to comprehend
What exactly it is
That I'm doing wrong.
This thought process irritates
Me no end.

Snow crystals fall on
And grace her thick
Deep-Brown 4b curls,
On her long eyelashes,
Melt on her brown cheeks
And her bitable lush lips,
Thicker and heavier they fall
On her puffy jacket
On her cold hand in my hand
On her boots and small bookbag.
They adorn her like
Tiny stars in the night.
And I photograph the moment
In this poem
To last til the end of time.

Don't go
I can't handle
To cry
When you go
And I stay
My yearning increasing
As the miles between
Quickly turn into
Light-years between
We
Two stars.
I see you and you see me
But our fires, our gravity
They don't quite reach,
So
Again I beseech,
Don't go.

Im sending kisses.
Though miles away
To spite the distance,
That great amount of space
That seems so endless.

I'm sending kisses
To sweeten your dreams
And warm your bed
And bring peace to sleep
In this cold winter night
Where I'm not resting
at your side.

Fire burns hot
And hotter still
But ardent sweet you are
I've never burned
My fingertips against
Your flaming heart.

Sometimes I add too
Much
Sugar so the sweet black liquid
overruns
And my coffee's spilling out the
cup
Dripping down the sides of the
mug
Until I lick up the rolling
droplets'
And pour my cream in-
to the deep-brown liquid
Where it rises to the top
And mixes,
perfect for my palate

I'm the cream
Mixing into your coffee
For a good cup of love.
With this good amount of sugar
I think I'll have to make another.
Though of course with you
The taste only gets better
And more refined
The more I sip away
At your sweet
And savory
This early morning.

Dearest love,
Tell me in my ear,
In the tone of voice,
That only I am privy to hear
.
How does it feel,
With me inside,
Your heart and mind,
And your body tight
.
Could it be more real,
When together we lie,
Sweaty skin and fiery eyes,
In embrace til morning rise
.
My passion unconcealed
My desires brought into the light
And sated with you, each passing night,
In the bliss of your piquant delight
.
Tell me love,
In your pleasured outcries,
And soft moans,
In your sweet sighs,
And your hushed tones
.
With every breath,
Every touch of soul and skin
And every spark between our minds,
Tell me dearest one,
How it feels to be mine.

I gaze upon the beauty
Of the orchid,
And nibble at the sweet, succulent,
Raspberry drupelets.
I breath deep the scent
Of your roses
As your nectar, my skin,
Overuns.
With every sensation
You
Take me through Eden.
And our travels have just
Begun.