I am unconsciously waiting  on a beating heart. One that is electrified with affection and has the scent of love.

My mind is now running around in circles. My lips whisper life and ingredients to your creation.

They speak limbs and organs of the desired. An hour glass figure shaped and curved edges.
Smooth flawless legs that drips caramel with a touch of gold ribbons.

But I keep hearing echo's , millions of them.
"Feed your soul with my Shadow" they say.

Hold on to my pure hand and  walk with me to  heaven.
Let me water your body with my angelic voice and dance until our feet ache.

Your body shivers at a fast pace when I get closer.. I kiss you and a one minute deep breath is all I hear.

The birds are silent ,the clocks arn't ticking. Time has stopped for us.

My eyes can't resist the perfect sculpture it foresees.
I drool all over your red dress.

Kneeling down your feet to excite my taste buds and kiss you all the way up. Feeding you with nothing but kisses on your red rose.

I lay my not so perfect body above yours. Our hearts collide and spirits  explode  leaving behind mesmerizing smoke and coloured paintings on the walls.

Morning has  come to   knock on the door . She's all dressed up in a tight yellow dress and orange heels.

Your side of the bed is empty and has left traces of your body on the mattress.

You left heaven, and had gone back to my dreams.

Your pink silky touch makes my body go through seizures.

My veins are homeless, smothered in poverty and have been craving for soul food.

Im in a cacoon. My peace sign fingers in between my flower are working overtime,pumping and extracting the pollen of satisfaction.

It drips  all over your white sheets. An eye  of feasting awaits.

The movement of our soul connection is stoccatto. A two second breathing and rest from the uphill journey must occur.

Like a paint brush,your lips paint your intense emotions on my body. An abstract piece of art is what i reflect and look like.

You broke the cacoon.

Freed the catapillar of distruction and void.
The butterfly roams around in delight and euphoria.

My flower is embroided with your aura, little stitches of love threads  hang down my thighs.

As the warm colours of the yellow moon finally came through, she was still in Utopia.

Earthly hours  passed by and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
Eye decided to take the big step of opening, causing confusion and anger with the mind and body.
During the blessed day star ball dance.

She was a teenager in the form of  cannibus sativa. Her endless thoughts of an undying love and screaming of unspoken words through body rock needed to be fed.

Her mind, heart so mute..Nina always had a spiritual black out.
As bright as the day and happy people may be, mind has always been cold, dark, icy and full of blurred irrelevant past figures.

Yet a mystery figure has always been on the run. Heart on sativa dragging the rightful organs to prepare for an undecided marathon.

The morning comes, sun rises, the day goes by and nightfall comes..connection between her and the mighty happiness beholder became thunder.

She danced gracefully in his mind, appeared as a motion picture at the darkest hours of the early morning and he'd feed her mind with his presence....she slowly stepped back from all icy thoughts and instantly got hooked to his presence and last moments.

She promises to always be the mighty happiness beholder's ******. drugged and always overdosing in his undying love and affection now.

Lately..i've been floating in a pool full of tears and sadness.
My whole body reeks of pain and is covered in flaws, cuts and failed second chances.

My heart has been my only friend. As i thought i was the only one in pain, she's also hurting. Her other half was stolen.

She's broken, i can tell by the way she beats. She now beats anger, sadness and regrets.

Her presence makes me cry..she's weary but pretends to be okay.
"You're not supernatural !"  As I forbid and shout to the top of my lungs..

We've been talking since morning, its now dawn.
She then told me a story and had me reminiscing on my naive and selfish ways :

He called me his "forever" and swept me off my feet.
He took me to the 9th cloud. I laid my head down on his chest and listened to him while he'd calm my broken soul.

He'd  buy me a bunch of flowers and chocolates..lots of them! Then he'd call me "angel face".

I was happy, i really was so i gave him a piece of my soul. He took it and went into a mysterious portal. I ran to my heart, fell on top of her thighs and cried myself to sleep.

When i woke up, i saw a peice of her missing. Her other half. He stole from her!
He called me his "forever". Brought fake smiles and fake "i love you" from where ever planet he's from.

He left, now we are scarred.."forever"..