Press your lips to the side of my cheek
Like you once did before
I only grimace because it makes me ache with desire for more
Let your eyes bore into mine, see the sights of where my eyes have roamed all over your tantalizing figure
I'll lay my hands upon your waist
I'll pull you closer with selfish haste
Anticipation for the events that have played in my mind over and over again
Have reached heights that I cannot seem to constrain
I breathe you in with every breath I take
Tasting the unmistakable essence of your sweet aroma
As tenderly as I can muster
I press my lips to your forehead, I see the beads of sweat cluster
From your lips escape the words Love me again
All that I've come to feel in this moment is more than what words can describe
Both our complexions change different shades of red
Feeling like a fool, I bring myself to break the silence embedded in the air around us
*Who says I ever stopped?

The biggest illusion in this world is love
Love fades with time
And then you're left with an emptiness
Weighing down on your soul
With every passing step
With every passing moment
The burden keeps on growing, growing
Leaving one feeling heavy hearted, yet at the same time so weak one could be knocked over by the wind that's blowing
Reminiscing on past moments shared in love
And on what could have been, and on the undreamed of
Then love ripens into hate
Hate for loving so much, leaving one with distaste
The fruit of one's love
Falls to the earth
Left to rot
And just for a moment
One is left with a feeling of freedom
Having the joy to breathe again
No thoughts to provoke the tears that saturate the seed
That must grow again
One day, one day my friend
One will have to pick up that load again
One's heart will grow heavy with pain and strain
Yet feel so empty inside
And one day, my friend
Love will glow so brightly again.

Washed face, tired eyes.
The only thing I'm proud of is my sensual disguise,
I don't want you, i don't want your demise,
I want to **** your blood till I feel alive,
I don't get why people would want an entity so not benign,
I'll nurture the **** out you ill make you feel divine,
But all you'll be left with is a soul, tortured in rhymes that can't distinguish between, want, need and having a loss of what's mine,
Nothing in me, everything around me lets me be succulent in your eyes
or maybe all I have is pride,
keeping me away from what could be mine.

Blunt and Simple. Raw and Real.
making ripples far from the appeal,
crashing on the rocks knowing your resilient nature by heart.
feeling the wind that drew you apart. the birds sing the melody of your thoughts
but cannot keep you in touch with the one who has been with you since the start.
he’s a feeling you sought because you knew he could not rot.
now you water him inside, by looking up at a million little dots.

These emotional zones are breaking my bones,
Take me alone,
I'm not strong enough to deal with the feelings on my own,
I’m feeding them to my demons at home,
Leave me alone i’m all in my zone,
I'm making my poems.
Stress is something I bring to life,
when focusing on something that is not meant to be alright,
You and I don’t need to be in each others mix,
each others fixation of ****** determination
it has become a mental twist.  
You surrender and I make you bleed,
you walk away, I say baby I’m fine being on my knees,
You hate how i'm a *******,
In love with the pain of the game.  
Can’t get to me because I’ve ****** up my sanity,
now you say i'm just danger,
but babe I secretly crave your love
but pride has got me making love

unlock my portal
once you do
I'll be forever true
don't doubt the love I have for you
recognize the courage I lack to let you see through.

First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13