Throwing down my towel.

To lay,
on top.

Of the
mausoleum...

So I can,
work.

On my tan.

Hating every second of it.
Sulking in the sunlight.

Cause
I'd
rather
be with you.

In
the
shade.

Drawn together
heat rises as we draw nearer
crackling fire fills the spaces between us
Skin ignites as it touches
engulfing my all in molten voluptuousness
Hair bursts
eyes melt
Consumed by fatal passion
we burn
Consummated annihilation
We burn
Incendiary desire
We burn
Drawn together in the depths of the nothing
Yearning, and burning until
nothing is left
but the ashes of our love
We have burned into a heap
becoming one
for a moment
Until the wind scatters our remains
Separating us forever
only ever to meet again
as flitting particles
colliding in the night.

Shimmering scales shed by snakes
break beneath the weight of our passion
Light out
Thrown down on the bed
move like waves and quench like fountains
of refulgence and lips of red brushed satin
Skin
slick with sweat
smooth shaved
and shiny in the moonlight
Light on
Wet
Gliding in like kites in autumn
hips pivot press and penetrate
deep all shards of infernal ardor
Teeth connect
Castanets click cold
questing flesh begets
all forms of tantra
Unending rhythmic impacts
torn sheets and groping hands
erupt into the majordomo's garden
fluid exchanged again and again
orifices sleek with lingering
tingling and pressed tips
Inhale exhale
shared breath unfurled
in gleaming gusts of lust
stars collapse internal flames
burst as the humming quiver releases
Light off
light on
lights all.

& we'll
just live,
the Adam's Family
dream-life.

In our
big-black-brick-death-mansion.
<3
Humbled & hardened
by times & all of her troubles.

Spiked with agony.
Splashed with misery.
But I'll love every minute,
of my
dark/******/serene,
day-dream.

You'll be,
Morticia.
&
I'll play Gomez.

No pun intended.
But after-all
aren't we just the replications
of sorrow from a beautiful sight?

Well......

Here's to the
blackest roses
with
the sharpest thorns.

That're long-lost
& lonely
in the dark part of the forest.

Now,
drink the punch
&
die.

Unlike the males of the species,
mostly hunter-gatherers by nature,
on each girl, gently sits
a charm, one thing or other,
(to the ones she chooses,
more than others,
it rubs off, leaving an effect)

**But note this,
an unlikely item here:
at the height of her ****** rigor,
this sultry siren, sans peril
wouldn't care a fig
about her democratic rights,
you won't believe, not even human values!

My eyes, will rain
tear-drops
of tequila.
When I think
about you too.

They'll run down my
dead-white,-
porcelain-poltergeist
cheeks.
To the crack,
tip of my
toilet-talk-tongue.

It should just be bitten off
& Bleeding, by itself.

Darling, you haven't been the same since you switched your scripts.

Baby,
Our hearts are soon to
be
hollowed out & holey.
Half-way gone.
Half-way to the moon-hearts.
This is not permanent but we're forever.

But the moon was full the night before.
So it has been nothing but fading with the sorrow.
&
Darling, I'll be howling at the half moon for you.
</3

Saturday Night.

I have no need to explain myself,
I am what you created.
As the artist who painted this canvas,
you especially should understand
the portrait I call myself.
If you find me to be a disappointment,
it’s your own **** fault.
I catch myself forgetting the
little things about you,
My puzzle is left unfinished.
Secretly, I believe
that I am somewhere in the middle of
Life
and
Death.
Just waiting until
I get the courage to close my eyes
and take the escalator
up and away from
Void's emptiness.
Into the heightened arms of Love.
Catch me, if I fall.

Sunday Morning

Time flies by
and I'm still here lost without you.
I am someone that
came from nothing at all.

All i can remember from that night
was,
running home to the Sun.

I found myself passed out beside a toilet.
I got a hangover and fresh start.

He has sweetness in his eyes and excitement
Dancing through the half smile he is teasing me with,
Seducing in the glimpses of white teeth exposed by
Curved dancing lips, begging to be kissed,
Tingling anticipation creating an ache
You step closer and my breathing quakes,
My chin level with your broad muscled chest
Smooth like marble defined, statuesque,
You peel off my layers of uncertainty
Starting with the top button confident hand under
Soft cotton searching, creating and finding
What I never knew that I was hiding,
Grabbing up every feeling I ever hid away,
Piled up or buried, you tipped me over,
And let me spill out onto you, you told me
I was a dark blue and tasted like shadows and honey.
You spun me when your hand was running,
Leaving trails of icy heat along me,
Called softly to my brokenness,
Your breath heated my cold shoulder and
I heard a beat inside my chest
Must have thawed my heart with your kiss.
Your hands explore my thigh,
Creating soft sighs and brightening dim eyes,
I didn’t know my light had went out,
Until this day when your gaze
Was the first spark to a flame
Burning my body, killing my shame,
You set fire creating a raging blaze.
You got inside me,
And burnt down what remained.
For so long I was afraid.
Than you pulled me down,
Emptied me out and made me
Feel again.