it wasn't as though he shoulda seen it coming
(God knows he muddled through that one well enough)
and it wasn't as though he thought it in the bag
(the whole **** thing had always seemed ****** daunting)
but these now recurring tasks
and pop-up commitments
were wavering him
a great big pain the ***
burdensome, machine like
lacking, of any particular meaning
now there was that element of perseverance
that he had read and lectured on (oh, how he had lectured on and on!)
but he was not fully accustomed
(having flown on a wing and a prayer)
to the shattered routines
and fallen plans
and post-mortem like sessions
(seemed easier to stack em up, and
shelve em in a somewhat manageable way)
but a rhythm evolved
in simple momentum, and truth
new plateaus, and revelations
and cosmic events
(which appeared as gifts from above)
and they paved a path to growth
eyes opened, to the wonders of the world!
a grounding in an earthly connection
faith, and fellowship
first steps, compromise
filling the center stage
(in kaleidoscope colour!)
in this glorious
and ever evolving
play of life
was it worth it old friend?
you bet your *** it was!
Woe to the woman lost to love
The woman who loves to love a man too much
Woe to she who loses herself
She loses herself to love
Longing for hands to discover me,
Roaring into a fire of ecstasy
And with time, growing inside me
My mind aches for our two souls to intertwine
My heart on your chest, your heart on mine
I am stuck to you like a blossom on a vine
Fingers imprison fingers, fingers imprison flesh
I am weakness beneath your bated breath
Lay claim to my body, lay claim to my breast
I am yours with every command, each and every kiss
Till my maiden land, fill me with every inch
I can be your *****, I can be your *****
Pleasure not unlike delicacy,
Heat, sweat, electricity traveling in between
Forbidden doors opening, impelling me to be free
Flee me by day, seek me by night,
I will arrive, by the moon's light
What is useless if unpossesed,
And like currency if one devalues it?
Good and light, you hold it dear,
Yet its darkness brought you here?
Did you really
expect me to
applaud you for
with my body?
How was it for you?
A tip for you,
A rent for me.
I cannot seem to evade this sense of doom,
From the feeling of constantly failing when I was meant to bloom.