Allow me to step into your space.
Let us be close,
standing face to face.
So close...
Where our hands could meet,
and our hearts could greet...
The one chance
to finally indulge this long awaited dance.

Cradling one another...
In open arms.
Surendering...
Submitting...
To careless caresses,
bashful gazes and charms.

Our feet would mirror,
the gaits
of each other.
Our eyes ensnared
with senses all bared...
To the rise and fall
of the nectarous melody.
Playing for what seemed like eternity
in silence.

That eternity is now here.
Seizing this dance,
we gambol and frolic
without reservations and fear...
For the hours have frozen
and the seconds have ceased to tick.

This is our song.
Seemingly refined,
cultured and well versed.
This is our dance.
Enchanting,
perfect,
albeit unrehearsed.

If I could stoke every single flame in the
     fiery blaze that is your heart
          To ashes are the
               kindling that I so willingly volunteer

If I could be the strength
     round the girth of your trunk
          Formidable am I made to last
               year after year

If I could exist in the
     tales of your breaths
          Perpetual am I etched in the
               eternity of your forever

sometimes he wonders
why he lives this way

how he came to stay
alone with a silent cat
in rooms without ceilings
no plans less money
and debts to pay

waking to iron silence
at break of day

trying to fill it with words
that dance and play

old friends and lovers
dead or far away

loneliness
he cannot slay

somehow he simply
went astray

there isn't really
much to say

he couldn't tell you
why he lives this way

  ~mce

His lips on my lips,
And his hands on my hips,
I'd say it was wrong,
But it feels like it fits,
Like it's right,
It feels nice,
And I enjoy him so much.
And he'd be great as my friend,
But he's so perfect to touch.
And I want him,
I crave him,
I think he is fine.
I would tell him so,
But he's not even mine.

It’s crazy how relatable  
mistakes can be.

I'll put it all on the table,
you can take from me.

If you can’t take the heat,
don’t go putting out my fire.

The desires that I’ve had,
haven’t always been inspired.

Man, I’m way too drunk to drive,
stuck on the curb.

I’ve been swerving in my life,
bust out the herb.

Gotta find another woman,
luck out on her.

I’m not a poet
just a word choreographer...

Your problems when you got em,
will fuel the gossipers.

So profit off the topics
that are coming out of hurt.

The pain inside the struggle,
shaped this word philosopher.

Paint my pain in letters,
just to try and stop it first.

Then I let it fly
like hell-i-cop-ter-er.

I'm higher than the sky when,
the limits start from earth.

Winning by the minute,
watch my hits and clocks emerge.

Having too much fun,
time is gonna stop the verse.