You taste like love
As our swollen lips dance
Under the gleam of the moonlight

The sweetness of each kiss
The sweat sticking between our skins
The lust lingering in the air
But the love staying there

I held the palm of his hand
Upward to read the future.
Our future
I want to feel it filled with passions
and love that last forever.
Feelings that had
burned in me for the past
weeks we have been together.
You had all of me
unbridled
naked and wanton.
Doing things for you
that I could not
even tell my mother.
I could deny you nothing.
As my finger
traced our passion line.
it stopped abruptly.
it was so short
How long do we have?
I whispered
He looked seriously at me
We have to talk honey.

Can we live in a forest ?

Go to a place where the
paths don't change.

Kiss under the shade of
trees and make out in
piles of leaves.

Can we sleep on gentle
earth's damp grounds ?

Drink our juice out of fresh
fruits.

And build a home from roots
and tree branches.

I got a lot planned for me
and you.

And I love you. It's true
I do.

You can adjust wild flowers
in my beard.

And i'll put dandelions and
weeds in your hair.

They'll look prettier than
clamshells i swear.

You can brush my hair with
your little hands.

And we'll make clothes out
of leaves and plants.

Give it a thought my dear.

And tell me if we can live
in a forest or a place that's
at least a little near* ~

I met a boy
                                          We both fall  inlove
                                     thought we never be apart
                                       forever is not the word

Silence
The timeless pleasures have ended,
In the trap of silence
It has began

The Devils words speak
Making me weak
For my eyes stream out
red streaks,
My future begins
To Fall apart and Creek

Silence
20 feet away
from someone standing beside me
I feel distance
Unable to hear words,
demonic voices
peek beside my ear
Unable to understand
yet,
They're Telling me my time is near

Silence
I don't cry anymore
that's the only control I have left
Physically unable to fight,
Controlling what I have left in my life,
I began to speak to Christ

Sunday morning
I went down on you
until you cried out
a prayer of pleasure.

That's close enough
to Holy for me.

Amen.

  ~mce

I was like a fine wine
Getting better with age
My life was a theatre
And you got drunk on the stage
You said you'd kiss my scars
I guess that was okay
I said that's not what I wanted
You took advantage anyway
Mouth like a snake
Biting deep into my skin
Making my bones ache
And my heart's walls grow thin
I asked you to stop
Said I'd had enough
But you refused to drop
The gun you aimed at me
I self diagnosed
Stockholm syndrome
And though I had remorse
I could not stop, drop and run
Your fire touched my skin
And lit me bright red
You poured gasoline on me
From my toes to my head
Through tears I looked at you
"It's my fault", I said
"I'm sorry for loving you"
And your ego I fed
Till one day I cried
Washed all of you away
Your marks had died
I started on a new way
Now it's been a few months
Months that have felt like years
But I no longer see your face
And my face has felt no tears
I started a new chapter
I finally turned the page
Just like a fine wine
I'm getting better with age