Skin like gold
eyes of lust
surrender to me
the nectar of your attention
****** and innocent
lips criminal and shameless
sinful teeth like sculptures,
shower me with the sunlight of your validation
covering my acres of limbs
tangled gracefully in you.
Our immortal contentment,
burning only for moments
dimming to deja vu
you arise from our disheveled heaven
replacing the garments shed in the dead of night.
Your god-like stature
looks rotted in straight black suit pants,
your alluring atmosphere
dulling to a whisper of our dawn indecencies.
Returning to the street awaiting beneath my home,
you blend into a sea of outsiders
realization dancing across my conscience

I never met the man that left my bed
only a persona of lust to calm my racing head

Loneliness smells like wet paint
bitter sharp
and comfortably toxic.
Pigmented tragedy stings my nose,
brimming my eyes with tears.
The more I inhale
the fainter I feel,
dizzy with sadness
and wildly confused.
Liquid isolation
stains my walls
Egyptian blue,
thick abandonment
coating my insides.
This dense colour
that wears my body
shall dry out and harden,
like the tears I wore before,
leaving me a cracked canvas.
I shall cover my mass with a new colour
and fill the cavities of my past self.

pain[t] is not permanent.

hands radiate heat
a ***** infatuation
a sweaty encounter
out of reach
warmth oozes from each fingertip
wasted in stiff air
a fire only sensed through memories
a feeling faded by time
now a vivid resurrection
burns freely in a candid encounter

Secrets under her skirt
crimes under her shirt
Nothing compares
to fashionable hurt

you think you deceit me
hands burning my body with lust
sure that your touch completes me
never reading into each ******
feigning emotion to ensure your win
endless fingers take what they please
oblivious I'm only in it for the sin
its my heart you wish to seize
unaware you're my pray for the taking
I want to watch you drop me
as you want to watch me shaking
you'll wait and wait for my pleas
looking forward to have me beg on my knees
a security measure to know you're wanted
is a game to me in which you are haunted
as soon as you expect me to sob and cry
i'll exceed your expectations hold my head high
i'll watch as your face droops seeing me flourish
left in the dust while my pride is nourished
this is my fun my game to play
to watch you crumble when I say

thats ok Brooklyn,
the *** was **** anyways.