Your touch on my lips makes me quiver inside.
You are making me sore.
You’re such a beast.
My ******* that you're stroking stand full and *****.
Touching you, feeling you.
You get under my clothes and nibble my nose.
I have not got an ounce of regret.
There are moments, so many moments,
I wish we'd never met.
But still I love you.
I’m feeling alive.
Should really have stayed indoors today.
The cold though refreshing is ever so nice.
Need indoor heating to steal all that ice.
© Livvi

When meanings
Become
Meaningless
Life has a
Whole new
Meaning

Those nights with you,
sent the rain away,
would that you were here with me now,
if my tears fell gently into your eyes, would it make you see ?
sold my soul for you so there's nothing left,
now the night cuts me through,
long, lonely hours watching a clock,
its mournful face taking your place,  
under this blood red moon,
I guess love died too soon.

If you stick a knife through your heart,
be sure to stick it in deep,
through all the years,
through all the tears,
through all your pain,
release the spirit of darkness,
set it free,
let it float through the clouds,
let it kiss the clown.

Love is like an olympic torch,
it burns continually,
is never extinguished,
kept for the briefest of moments,
then simply passed on,
person to person,
lifetime to lifetime,
generation to generation.