The sheets tangle from inch to inch,

While she flinches,

Tries to catch her breath,

From the rapid movement on her bed.



The dusk suffocates,

Her anxieties and insecurities.

Strongly she grips,

As he holds her hips.



He trembles from the excitement,

As his body releases sweat.

He continues to drive her into another place,

Where their bones rest.

why won't you control what is inside?
the pleasure you cannot hide,
the memories you bribe,
the emotions that kept you alive?

Let me feel the heat of your skin,
the intense you feel within
this wonderful moment
we linger in.

Let my fingertips play,
in your body
circling round and round.

Let me sink all my senses,
little by little
underneath your flesh.

Let me go in depth,
as I feel your heart
making a rhythm.

Let me have one last caress,
from a face i know
in my heart would last.

Let me breath with you,
before
I finally release you.

Hot air balloons over the pink clouds of Rapture,
the birds are singing to the wind,
the brilliant sun sings along,
Fa-la-la-la-la-ahhhh-lllaaa….
The butterflies are dancing above the roses,
the bees are making a beat
stamping, slapping, drumming
preparing for a feast.
In this place where wonder is a lust,
beautiful things would last.

But days passes too!
light becomes dark,
the sun hides behind the moon and the stars.
the clouds turn gray as they slowly cry
and the worms feed on the decaying flowers
the harsh wind takes the wings of the butterflies,
they can not fly; not anymore.
and the birds, oh my beautiful birds weep!
as the bees make irritating sounds
buzzing, fuzzing, popping the balloons.
and the beautiful things they gradually rot!

Oh my Rapture, my precious Rapture!
the only thing I feel within,
the ecstacy in my brain.
why, oh why?
why does Rapture turns to Despair?
the only thing that makes me feel an overwhelming pain!

If the yellow fades,
the dark replaces.
a hollow,
a blow,
a gasp,
a clasp,
of madness
strikes the clock.
then the tick
t-o-c-k-s!

The yellow,
my angel.
cosmic wings,
where are you now?

The hollow,
my death.
twisted fate,
won't you leave me be?

If the dark consumes
the yellow vanishes.
a fright,
a flight,
a breath,
a death,
of luminescence.
the absence,
an evanescence.