you're so careless,
I guess I shouldn't be shocked;
I'm beginning to care less.

I need you like a bad habit.
Like, biting my nails,
Or, telling far-fetched tales.  
I make sad attempts to stop but,
I can’t stop biting,
My fingers are bleeding.
I can’t stop lying,
What is this animal I’m breeding?
I can’t seem to quit,
You’re all I think about.
Trying to stop is like
Not craving rain,
In the middle of a drought.

I want to live in a place where the bed means truth

A perfect escape from a ruthless world

Candles, wine, music, and an ancient tapestry, a soft breeze through the window and a daydream at night

Lying wide awake in solitude, in the ****, in the mood for *****, or the newness of a tender touch from a stranger

You would tell him to wear a mask, be the phantom, disguise the fact that he's human, and then proceed to make love like aliens on a planet where the sunset is never-ending

Without words, but only a soft genuine kiss, you read each other's mind- Goodnight but not Goodbye- and in his embrace you slowly start to feel him dissolve- atom by atom- back into that foreign celestial heaven

And then the pain is numb in the aftermath of pleasure

You feel the Holy Spirit in waves- and imagine you're pregnant with God's baby.