I would live this life
A hundred times over
If in every one,
I could see your face
For every tear,
A smile from you
For every disheartened sigh,
An embrace for strength
For every despaired utterance,
The whispered words,
"I love you"
If for all eternity
I cried for the sight of you
It would be worth every second
Because to have you in my thoughts
Is a greater gift than I could ask for
To have you in my life
Is heaven's good deed
To have you as my own...

An inexplicable wonder
That I will treasure forever
And grasp to
Until the end of time.

they taste like toothpaste,
but you taste like birthday cake...

She knew it was wrong
to steal
and
yet still she stole
my heart.

Close your eyes
relax
breath deep and slow
as I with words
****** your aching form...

Feel my breath against your neck
no don't move
not yet
as my lips graze your skin
lightly dancing
in quick succession of kisses
between your
shoulder blades as you shiver.

My finger tips trace your spine
feeling every
delicious movement
as you arch backward tilting your head
I bite slow
your upturned chin
feeling your sigh upon me soft.

My hands with reversed finger tips
stroke your arms
tentatively touching your upper thighs...

Shush he's home
                   we will continue this soon...


To be continued.



Biting you

I would love to learn how to waltz before I die
because that will make my dance into the ocean
that much more unbelievable, remarkable, dramatic.

I'll be most endearing as I move against the tide twirling with oxygen
as my beautiful partner; she acts with finesse and is unbending in the moonlight,
predicting my next moves and graces into the ice cold dark of the sea.

The water is soft and encouraging at first, supporting my moves without question.
As it deepens to my legs then chest then chin it fights my gentle rhythms with ferocity
Oxygen keeps dancing on the surface. Why won't she keep dancing with me?

She bids me àdieu rather harshly as my head finally goes under,
and the music blaring from my phonograph on the shore is drowned out.
I hear the rushing of a billion bubbles, yet my open eyes see only black.

What was once a dance is now a march without beat as I continue ahead
the iron shackles I wrapped my legs with seem to be the only glint of light
in the shades of blue that ought to be black that envelope all of my sight.

When the music died my will to ended as well.
I want nothing more than to drink tea on my patio
my record player off the shore and near to me.

I wretch and I turn, my eyes set direct on the surface
where I see the moon filled to brimming with jade milk.
I reach to the greened moon, but never come back up.

What sick twist
of fates cruel knife...
could show me love beyond my grasp
and nightly
taunt my fevered soul
with
her sweet kiss and image fair.

What evil
here beneath this sun...
could ****
my eyes my heart
my love
for love of one beyond compare.

Then give me hell
and punish me
flay my skin and burn my bone
but first
one kiss
of her rose lips
the sin for which I must atone.

One touch would set the stars aflame
and rend
the veil that
blinds thine eyes
and gives
my heart the stolen wings
from kisses born
of butterflies.

I wrote upon the paper
all the things I cannot say,
then I placed it in a bottle
and threw my heart away.

I prayed the gulls would guide it
to that scenic little bay,
where my love awaits in silence
the heart I threw away.

You lay sleeping upon my arm
your hair
repainting old tattoos
with soft
new shapes...

your warm breath
re-writing old messages
with fresh
I love you's.

My life reformed forever
in this quiet moment alone
watching you sleep  
my favourite
tattoo.