There is nothing more
            that I wish
                        than to not
                                    feel like this.


The frustrations and sorrows
That fill me to the brim
Overwhelm me, eventually engulfing
My inner-self and my will

That always come second
To the weapon of my choosing
Now becoming dull
As I continue this self-abusing

In this battle versus the world,
I'm the one that's losing
Not the demons that found shelter inside of me
That kick their feet up
While they're cruising

But my gentle nature
Seemed to welcome them with open arms
Please help me,
When will I know when to sound the alarms?

What if I'm not meant to be
The hero in my own story?
I was never one to boast,
Or seek any type of glory

I just hoped to be a good girl
With graceful sensuality
But all society ever seems to worry about is
Finishing your ******* degree

My soul is hurting,
Can you see that I'm aching
In places that his hands explored
But weren't his for the taking?

I can't see clearly,
And my voice keeps breaking
I'm holding my own mouth
Because my lips won't stop shaking

It's affecting my breathing, my chest hurts
It's all heartbreaking
Especially seeing yourself lose
White flag waving above you

The darkness now overtaking

"Stop looking at her in phases,
You must understand she is always full.

Even on nights when she hides
in plain sight you must not be
afraid to acknowledge her
darkness."

"So you loved her and I loved you
As tragic love songs go
With her as the sun and I as the moon
With me in the background
As she made you swoon
While I had my heart break
And she had hers glow
I tasted my sorrow
And drowned in my woes
But I get why you picked her
I now understand
For reasons I know that I can't reprimand
For I'd also pick diamonds
With beauty so grand
Over something so
Boring and plain as the sand"

Wolf drooled at the sight of Lamb.

His hungry eyes explored her from head to toe;
Her ivory form laid still in the hazy meadow
as she watched fireflies flicker deep amber,
illuminating their way around tall, wet blades of grass
still wet from the dew that welcomed dawn.
With rays of sugary light accentuating
the thick covering of wool that surrounded her,
the frosted innocence that laid before him
appeared to be painted
by a celestial hand.

His damp nose sniffed the air;
Her sweet scent filled his nostrils and entered his lungs,
and with a forceful exhale out of his nostrils,
Wolf could feel his mouth salivating with famine and longing.
The aroma of her alluring nature hypnotized
the predator until he found himself sniffing the air
just to become increasingly intoxicated by
her pure and
pearly essence.

His mouth dribbled long strands of thick drool;
Her delicate warmth and supple flesh felt almost real between
his sharpened canines that could easily ravage such a dainty being.
Wolf licked at his starved mouth in hopes of hushing it patient,
but only became eager to taste her, to ravage her, to devour her
until the only feeling that would matter is the throbbing pulsations
of her jugular
against his teeth.


Lamb reveled in Wolf's desirous longing from afar
and mischievously teased his itching fervor for her
before disappearing into the thick mist
that completely masked her
gentle existence.

I occasionally
miss the

     hushed moaning,
     low groaning,

          spine curling,
          hips swirling,

               sheet ripping,
               tight gripping,

                    mind blowing,
                    lust glowing,

                         possessive cornering,
                         stern ordering,

                              blood rushing,
                              cheeks flushing,

                                   filthy whispering,
                                   thighs quivering,

                                        back scratching,
                                        *** smacking,

                                             neck licking,
                                             collarbone kissing,

                                                  leg twitching,
                                                  posi­tion switching,

                                                     ­  delicious teasing,
                                                       peak reaching,

                                                      ­      sensitive rubbing,
                                                        ­    deep *******,

                                                       ­          bodies clapping,
                                                       ­          air gasping,

                                                       ­               rhythm quickening,
                                                     ­                 drool thickening,

                                                    ­                       pleasure releasing,
                                                      ­                     satisfaction unceasing


ecstasy of your
body crashing
against
mine.

I'd rather have you on my lips
than these countless cigarettes,


     But you aren't my
     seven-minute cigarette break.


          I'm not going to put you out
          after sparking you up.

Like a blissful wave along the edge of
a peachy beach,
          Your touch soothes
          and washes over my form,
                    Enveloping me in a
                    blanket of turquoise,
                              Gently caressing over
                              the warmth of my body,
                                       Flooding my cheeks with
                                        rosy timidity until I
                                             become absolutely
                                             breathless and reach
                                                  for the  
                                                  surface.

Like the tides that soar and plunge into a rippling current,
          Touching you submerges
          and captivates me,
                    Leaving me gasping for air
                    as I effortlessly become
                    mesmerized by you,
                              While the tips of my fingers
                              curiously explore the
                               epitome of perfection
                                        that is
                                        you.