And the ink from one page
begins to seep into the glue
and the red paint I used
starts to slide into the blue

and the colored pencil
begins to erase slightly
all the marks that I made
have become all mighty

All collages converge
My creation takes start
it opens it’s jaw wide
I’ve been eaten by my art

Trembling fingers tracing lips
tantric tongues tickle hips
hands gliding where they may
say the word and I’ll take you away

teeth nipping at your shoulders
transition to lips down your chest
it takes but not one whole second
For us to both become half dressed

you’re breath on my body
muscles tense and release
the further that we decline
the more heart races increase

my hand on your shoulder
your shoulder to the floor
body against body
with the shut of the door

Trembling fingers tracing lips
tantric tongues tickle hips
hands gliding where they may
say the word and I’ll take you away

in this room where all the walls are white
my blood runs crimson, ruby red
my voice extends electric blues
while black thoughts rule my head

My heart burns with a fire
orange flames licking at my lungs
like the way lustrous lovers
Flick with their flesh flavored tongues

the colors cross closed eyes
even in the dead of the dark night
everything disappears for a second
and I wake in a room painted white

The world seems so daunting
In the eyes of a wounded boy
sifting through the sea of girls
some will love and some will toy

more then many will be latter
this fact being known far too well
yet it does not derive the sting
it will never sooth the hell

But boys are born adventurers
and raised to be heroes and knights
we would die to be your superman
and not just another zero in tights

smiles from those angelic eyes
are the only reward we’d ever need
we’d defeat any villain or nightmare
we’ll be your knight on his trusty steed

The world seems so daunting
But we would take it on for you
sifting through a sea of girls,
Your name alone shines through

Those days when I want to scream
all the things I’ve ever thought of you
how I love the things that you think
and how I hate those things you do

I include myself in the second
because I can’t comprehend
why I make a half decent lover  
Much less,an excellent friend

your kisses, your breath, your bed.
Like the movies Mom didn’t allow
not expressively pornographic
just far too romantically avow

I lay awake in this bed of mine
I only sleep with you by my side
we’ll pull the covers over our heads
and from the world we’ll both hide