***** moisten, ******* wet.  
Petite round ****, ******* swollen stiff.  
**** hard and fully *****; his girth is thick.  
Long length, curved at the tip; tight fit.  
Silk boxers on the floor, ******* next.  
Naked bodies, both so magnificent.  
Slippery, silky smooth tongue slid,  
up and down her slit.  
Lips pressing her hood.  
Under it, her exposed ****,  
glistens with spit,  
Hot breath and warm licks  
encircling her tip.  
She's rolling her hips,  
to the beat of the tongue licking it.  
Fingers gripping her long *******; pink.  
Twisting her nips, then pinched  
squeezing them numb,  
between his fingers and thumb.  
her moans, turned high pitched  
Tongue flicking, *******, as he rubs,
She tugs on his pulsating ****.  
Waves of pleasure whip through his core,
ending at his tip.    
Just as quick,  
******* rip, through her thick hips;  
As he ****.  
Her tension shifts,  
from her stomach,  
to the core of her hips.  
Her creamy silk liquid drips,
fluids flowing, fingers sliding,  
between her ***** lips.  
He licks his lips clean,
cleaning off her salty drips.  
Body frozen stiff,  
She's shuddering;  
spasms of *******,  
riveting her hips.  
He lays at her side,  
her wild side subsides,  
she's relishing the fix.

If only I was different,
Would I finally fit in,
If only I was what you wanted,
Would you love me,
If only I could understand,
Would you regard me as me,
If only I normal,
Could you let me live a normal life,
If only I was clean,
Would you reach out your hand,
If only I could be perfect,
Would you understand that I'm not,
If only I could find who I am,
Would you believe that I found me,
If only I left,
Would you realize what I felt,
If only I lived long enough,
Would you finally realize my potential,
What I could have been.

You were taken from me before we were born
and so I floated and grew alone in a room for two dreaming of moons and sunlight

What are you if you are a twin,
but never had the chance to be one?

I'm half of a whole made up of two people
but now I am  all of what is left,
with a ghost
hidden in my peripherals  

Sometimes I feel I am the moon,
the moon and lunar tides
which means you must've been the sun and shores
to tie me to the earth

Because when I am alone, you are the phantom beside me reminding me of warmth,
and you are the unexplained loss I feel
standing in the sun

Sadness was only a muse
And now it has gone away

Anger came in second
And it no longer has use

I'm left without muses
In my new happy, little world

Nothing to write about
No hurt, no pain

I thought I'd be happy
To see happiness again

And that is the conundrum,
My friends.

A poet thrives on it,
The sadness, the anger.

They love writing about the hurt and the pain
What do they do when it has left?

Is it alright if I say, I love you?
Because I really need you to know how I feel tonight before it’s too late.

Imagine your eyes speaking.
Are you one of those blind followers?
One of those who just let their eyes see good to feel good? Avoiding injustice, poverty, sadness, racism. Imagine what your eyes would tell you.

Lonely men chase butterflies
They run and run
Cry and cry

Lost boys chase dragonflies
From here to there
Try and try

Honest men seek a rose
They pick and place
Wilt and waste

Smart boys leave her where she grows
To stay and wait
He appreciates