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The warmth
your grasp provides to
my hip.
Hair
scattered as vines
growing around one another.
Find your way
through.
Gentle lips landing
spreading passion
down through the delicate bone structure.
Finally
I feel again
your tender touch,
genuine sincerity.
Pure bliss
so secure.
Such a beauty it is,
the time spent
in your presence
bed
arms.
Immeasurable ardour.
Infinite euphoria.
Immense passion,
increasing exponentially.
you know
the way of everything
you like it
like it all-
like it like a frog loves watermelon
you won't get enough
never
not until
you don't like it
which is never
and i like it
Original honour killing,
But the killing of self,
Eviscerate with the Sword,
Samurai Warrior chooses his death,
Rather than an enemy steal his last breath.

Original honour killing,
Bushido; Seppuku,
Disembowelment left to right,
This great honour is fused with a great pain,
Plunged through his skin to make himself pure again.
written in 2009
Wherever we go,
No matter what we do,
Life holds for us one certainty,
Death waits around the corner,
Like the moon about to break,
Eventually he takes hold,
And blocks the light it makes.
written in 2009
I’m not afraid of hell,
It can’t be worse than here,
Where I live under the spell,
A spell of anger and fear,
Lonely feelings since I fell,
Where I shed a bitter tear.

So sit there and mourn me,
Imagine my forgiveness,
I’m in hell on the other side,
My time in hell goes on.
written in 2009
Finding freedom in death,
Liberty in endless sleep,
An hour in the eternity,
To rest the eyes that weep.

Finding freedom in sleep,
Liberty in sudden death,
An hour in the eternity,
To rest with final breath.
written in 2009
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