am i to think
i am the only
one who finds
sharing bodies
to be sacred or
was that lost
am I just

dreaming.

And how did I slip,
Into the ecstasy of your arms;
Enveloping security,
All around me…

And how did it hypnotize me,
Into the pools of your eyes;
Piercing beyond the limits,
Of my black pupil…

And how did I learn,
A new pink shade of lips;
Feeling over mine,
Could be softer than feather…

And how did I feel,
The texture of your stubble;
Burning over my bare skin,
Could be a talisman,
Of my fantasy’s frontiers…

And how could my fingers,
Do all the talking;
Unleashing the strength,
That mesmerized me,
In an awe;
Resounded by gasping,
Pleasure…

And how did I loose,
All my way,
In the loops of sweet talk;
Until eyes took refuge,
Of sweet dreams;
I pray they shall awake true,
And be alive,
Until eternity at last!

my skin tingles under her gentle touch
my back to her, surrounded by clothes and such
I gasp as she trails my spine
slowly slithering in a perfect line
creeping upwards to my core
my body aches for more
I quiver beneath the wave
of amorous pleasure, I am a slave
as she traces the line of my jaw
and my eyes gaze back in awe
she brushes my ear , as if to say
"you're mine" and my thoughts slip away
the feel of her fingers upon my neck
turn me into a broken wreck
i'm useless, I cannot stand, let alone retreat
I wouldn't anyway if I'd get to my feet
she creeps around and feels my chest
as if to feel my heart, but she already knows that best
I tilt my head back as if to gaze up at the sky
but grin as I meet her eye to eye
she licks her lips in preparation
my heart skips a beat in anticipation
as she bows her head, a kiss upon my lips, she softly bites
oh dear death where are the lights
I cannot deny the look in her eye, I am her throne.
I am hers, I cannot move. I am hers alone.

There's a mess inside my skull
& it's pouring from my finger tips

I awoke in a field of pure gold
Swaying in the breeze
The sun shined upon my breast
And warmed the earth around me
Laying in a field, of sweet serenity
I wished I had not woken up
For that dream was good to me.

The refreshing drink clears my throat
Clears my worries
Clears my head
Many adults may use water
And yet, I utilize the one pertaining to infants
For although I may be an adult in years,
In my heart,
I am only a young girl with a thirst for cereal,
Without the cheerios