Some nights I lie awake dreaming of a woman who could make me want to want to live another day another year or maybe just an hour or two until dawn wraps her warm arms around me once again.
Maybe the reason why I can't keep next to you is because, just like a gasoline crawling to a fire, when the time we touch each other, I will evaporate myself.
intuition runs up and down your core a whispered knowing deep planted there before the beginning of time a wand to wave, magic carpet ride there are things that just are and there is no getting away from them.
Deity attributions Are far from my mirror She touches my heart Whenever she near Take her down deep And hold her inside I fall to my knees Tears fill my eyes
Oh to know The secrets beyond To bathe in her light Before I move on And travel to worlds That exist in my soul Engulfed in her love And never let go...
She was a ball of chaos made out of the yarns of mayhem and the threads from a dream of madness and he felt like a kitten curious and eager to pounce and play and purr and get tangled in her knitted webs of love
Tie me down to your bed with the pink ribbons of your dreams I want to know the story of every scar on your heart and the fairy tale of every star beneath the pleasures of your skirt and feel the warmth of the soft spot where your thighs come together in folds of desire and sin and learn of how you fall in love while watching you dance with the heart of lust and let all my life and secrets spill over the pulse beating beneath your chest and carve out a moon from a moment of eternity and hang it around your neck with a string of kisses from my lips and find myself to be forever bond to the stars under the sheets of your bed and fall in love with the dreams of pink ribbons from your hair
My kinda strange is as pure as it is ***** It is a kind of lust and love in perfect greys of checkerboard black and whites It is moonlight in a bottle and sunshine hidden in a kiss Its hopeless to the sounds of nothings sweet and desperate to feel the teeth of dark passions moan Its holding hands under a fort of blankets and pillows while reading a classic tale from childhood long ago And secretly having eachother in the middle of a crowd during the roar of a live show Its the magic found in sharing shy kisses years into being in love and the leaving of reckless marks and scars in flesh and dreams of a first night And I can see my kinda strange dancing inbetween the colors of your eyes and beneath the tattoos on the surface of your skin And if you step into this madness with me we can do anything that we have ever dreamed And get lost in a bottle of monlight while sharing kisses that burn with the fury of the sun Where we do nothing but strange in the name of love
She was thigh high silk lined poetry wearing **** me stiletto heels with words that slowly drizzled from burning wickedness made of lust and wax and her fingernails carved whispers of desire along his spine and split open the seams of his simple wants and filled him with desperate needs and he was completely consumed with a hunger to peel off the poetry she wore over her skin with her lace and lingerie and she poisoned his reason with her venomous lips and she molded and carved his flesh into hard wood and turned him into her marionette and tied him with leather whips and controled his every move and made his fingers and tounge explore the space between the words along her thighs and he wrote his name along her silken verse of vice and she pulled his strings hard and made him need her just a little more and somewhere in the blur of blood and sweat he became forever hers