he rolls in
mint leaves
and cigarette
smoke,

standing up
to waltz out
the back
door

and out to
the moonlit
streets of
our urban
nightmare

before i have
a chance to
whisper, i miss
you -
          don't leave.





**(c) 2014 jude rigor

Kiss me in space Darlin'
I'll feel it, want to taste it
on the same wavelength,
it will be lovely!

With patience he caressed my heart
His filthy hands gleefully left
Sticky black ink stains
He told me they would always remain

With determination I cut my heart out
My tainted hands painfully ripped
At blood filled sinew and muscle
I told him it would be like he never existed and grabbed a shovel

© 2013-2014 Peach

Bodies fused
Hearts refused
I'm bored with you....
I mean with this
Pardon my Freudian slip
But you and I are a sinking ship
We lost our script
Somewhere in a forsaken crypt
Slipped and tripped
Because we weren't equipped
To go beyond the strip
Lips and hips
Led towards the typical trip
But I've got the pistol gripped
No fear, time to empty the clip

© 2013-2014 Peach

My lips have never known the taste of yours.
My nails have never scraped down your chest.
My legs haven’t wrapped around your waist.
No my body has never had the pleasure of being pleasured by you.

You haven’t slipped off my dress to caress.
You haven’t pulled my hair just to kiss down my neck.
You haven’t ****** me until I’m left screaming.
No your body doesn’t know the heat of mine.

But here we are covered with guilt,
Wearing that scarlet letter for this emotional affair.

© 2013-2014 Peach