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I trace your outline
alone in the dark,
imagine
your sweet
feminine form
lying beside me,
every part of me
is on fire,
you burn
the same desire.

We move melodic,
locked in unison to
the beat of Kashmir.
I feel your temperature rise
as I move behind &
between your thighs.
Your closed eyes
speaks volumes,
it's the sweetest music
to my ears.

Strange, how
my fiery-imagination
leads to such
a succulent conclusion.
I free flow
molten lava
explosively into you,
images of me grasping
your thick hair
as you sigh
with mutual satisfaction.
I am drenched in
the dreams I have of you.
My sweet Helen,
this is heaven-
where stars dance
and angels sing:
"Its coming,coming"
your face
in happy contortion,
is a study in contrast of,
Nirvana and transience-
moment after moment.
I ride the white dragon,
diving down through clouds
so sudden!
Helen's heaven
one is the other
for the time being.
Thundering sweet silence
then-
same affirmation again,
a ladder however long
would never reach heaven,
my sweet Helen.
 Jan 2014 Feeling Real
rachel
Her fragile bones ache
With the remembrance
Of hands grasping
At her empty forms
And voices cooing lies
Of calmness

Her skin was pins and needles
And her mind screamed no
Each kiss pierced her soul
And with each whisper
She wished for death

His body,
Pressing hard into hers,
Caused an explosion of rigidness
Arms forcing action
Out of her lifeless form

Small whimpers escape through her mouth
While her mind is screaming

NO

Her bones shatter
And her heart aches
Tears fall
And silence breaks

He is done
My therapist kept telling me to write about an experience I had a year ago. I wasn't sure how I could write about one of the worst moments of my life; I could barley even think about it. Finally, though, I produced this.

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