An old memory
of beautiful music
tainted by the knowledge
that the skill was learned
under duress.

She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.

When love is made, a bond is created
That no matter what happens the morning after
The bond will never be forgotten

"Silence!" I cried to her
As she let me penetrate her slow and deep
For once this is soon over, all we will do is sleep

We passionately kissed by the fireplace
As she then soon sat on my lap
And begged me for more as, "Once is just not enough!"

So we climbed up the towering staircase
Back to the bedroom door
As soon as we jumped into bed, our clothes hit the floor

Riding as though she was on top of the world
"Please don't ever stop!" she screamed to me
But eventually, we did have to stop, as the fun was finished

The night after the previous before, we climbed back into bed
For neither one of us could resist
As having *** is the best medicine for anything.

I have a tendency
To sit around
Staring
Mesmerized
By the nothingness
That is projected
At me
In my empty
Soulless
Stare
I hear the echoes
Haunting me from the past
A nightmare
Sitting in the corner
Patiently awaiting
My folly
The cobwebs
They gather like false friends
My heartbeat is so
Genuinely silent
Until I beg to not have one
That is when
It screams the loudest
A sinful laughter
At the expense of
My broken
Shattered
Memory

The more I try the more I feel like I am losing myself
The right partner, the wrong time
I desire to get my hands *****
To sleep by choice under the stars
Yet I am conforming to a world of cushion

I stand a lost man
Searching for a feeling that imprints a smile
Maybe I am in denial
Feeling to filed and organized
This infatuation of a picket fence,
is not me

There's a voice in my head repeating born to be wild
To ride on a motorcycle at sunset through a canyon with no home
Just apart of the road  
No structure
No direction
Just alive

I battle these thought daily
I fear leaving her and the pain it will cause
Though as it must, the truth prevails
Sirens and bells, heaven and hell
I feel like I'm losing myself