Forbidden always attract the curious mind

It's like playing with fire

Once started, it can't be stopped

A zombie when going through symptom withdrawal

An addict needing the daily fix

a hybrid soul,
one to blend like watercolour
paintworks into the social canvas,
boys would stare,
at the star, gone dying, who knew
spotlights illuminate
the pretty parts,
the hips and the mannequin calves.
until the sun dimmers, like gods
dipped lantern burnt out,
and bodies are stripped like birds
of their feathers, plucked to glaring
scars and worn out faces peer
into the mirror - who is the ugliest
of them all.

they called her by names,
prettier than her own,
until she trembled into the
valley of the dolls, a dark and dismal
place with discarded arms and legs,
to build the perfect 'woman' -
a vulnerable creature, made to
be loved, to be wanted.

my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.

I please your body with my skills
I slowly unwrap your iron will

I let you enter into my mind and give me pleasures so utterly divine

This aching need; a burning sin

My body helpless as desire seems to consume as hot passion burns uncontrollably free

It makes me feel a lusting burning shame - so sinful are my thoughts of you

In my mind's eye, you are next to me (although in reality, you're far away)

My body responds from your phastasm touch, fingers gliding across my heated skin

My lips moist as if to expect a kiss

My body bare to the elements; it's quite a rush, a thrill to the depths of my inner soul

As the icy chill of Jack Frost caresses my nubile frame

Ascending crescendo reaches its zenith peak as my heart races and senses blur

Through sensuous intimacy, the fire passionately blazes and all feelings like water flow free

My soul only remains as I am reduced to elements alone

Only to come back down to Earth in an unexplainable afterglow on a cloud of arousal

Now breathless and flushed, my glazed glossy eyes vaguely catch a shadowy silhouette