Do you think the moon
loves the sun,
anymore,
than his thousand
mistresses of stars?

I need to be wasted.
like a coward, I hide behind
The glass. Too weak to face
The fears a long time coming.

Floating, in a state,
Of half consciousness.
Drowning out loneliness.
Grasping to hold on through
Clenched fist, you slipping
Outside my reach.

Every opportunity wasted,
Running from innocent
Intentions of simple ideas.
Just to live and breathe
My struggle in sync with
Your pain and passion.

Walls are constructed to
Keep out intimacy's ruin.
But like a prison, chain me.
To the life absent of you,
Over and over, each time
More gut wrenching than the last.
So I order another drink.

******* reminds me I have soul
perhaps you find the subject rather droll
relief and release is the hedonist key
seeking one's own pleasure will set you free,
opening that box of supreme delights
takes me to such lofty heights
again and again I seek its embrace
an immortal drug the adrenaline race
please do not sit and condemn me with woe
when release from this pain simply makes it so.

If I told you
my secrets
would you
hold them close?
Or would you
careless
scatter them wide?

I keep your secrets
please keep mine

There she is
My greatest fantasy realized
Wild hair in mermaid curls
Waiting to be woven through wanting fingers..once again
The sheet delicately balanced on the swell of her *******
My tongue still tasting Her
As I stand there and watch as she watches me soak her in
I touch my lip lost in the sight of Her
In the truth of Her
In the need of Her
Golden skin on a bed of white
A Goddess, My Goddess in all things
Standing bare
My desire leads me straight to Her
The heat of Her hits me
I breathe Her in, absorbing the warmth
Grazing her skin
My hands are insatiable
Soaking in love through her very flesh
Parched, unquenchable
Drawn to discover every inch of Her
I acquiesce
My heart is hers
My soul she commands
My body's sole purpose is to bring
Her pleasure
To please Her is my joy
I see the garden
And follow the scent of  honeysuckle
As I taste the nectar of the Gods
A breath catches in her throat
As sounds escape from the depths of her passion
My music is the rythm of her moans
As I dance for her on velvet petals
In a performance made to ripen the fruit
And produce the sweetest wine
One drop incites a fever
A compulsion
An empassioned blur in the middle of Heaven
She is the essence of my addiction
Both satisfied and hungry
The craving overcomes
She pulls me to her
Devouring me in a kiss
Nails bite skin and fuel the flame
That burns solely for Her
So I plunge my love to Her depths
And pour myself into Her
As Her deluge seeks refuge
Coating every surface
Basking in the cool air
A reminder of my greatest fantasy realized
I breathe her in as she sleeps
Sated at last
Safe in my arms
I am ever at her feet
Blessed for the opportunity
To worship at her alter