Folder:  CUNTISM
Firelight softens your cruel eyes,
taken by your mystery
I waited for your arm around my shoulder
But it never came
Neither did the passionate kisses
Your hand on my cheek was menacing
I knew the beach sand was soft
I waited eye to eye
I didn't resist your push
I knew what I wanted
I hoped
The soft thud of sand nestling before it scratches
Rough fingers
Drew moistened desire
  From  deep inside my aching crevice
Without looking away he pulled me free
Naked skin rising to greet warm air
Cruel intentions darkly made their  way  through me
Pushing past pain and delight
unto a land of torturous confusion
Heightened senses warn of impending danger
I rush to find my own nirvana scraping sand against velveteen
A flicker,
I broke him
he gasped,
fingers dug deep into skin held me there.
  
As he left,
Deep inside my bones
I felt colder than ever
a sweetness begging like a ***** on heat
knawing at me
Swollen and dripping,
oceans roared indignation in sympathy
A burnt ember,
He knew what I was doing when  he walked into the night
Never looking back once.

I find my self oscillating
between chasms and  crevices in the distance between us
Luck never seems to be on my side
Slippage is a constant
Loose ground
Shaky legs
Crushed ice
Tight chest
breathless
No way out
Love's funny like that

We looked at each other with the awkward kind of knowing
Un-fed passions blazed in our eyes
we felt transparent as glass
Wondering if everyone saw what was written on our souls,
In our hearts.
There was no explanation
Emotions carried through time effortlessly
Spite and grievances only ever served to cope with the proximity of temptation
And the seemingly endless chasm of distance in each other's absences
Every violent tearing of our hearts quickly forgotten
We lingered in eacothers atmosphere
scratching for words that resembled polite conversation
Aching to sit quietly living in each other's eyes
There was a communion in the quiet spaces
Awkward as they were
Of togetherness
Of waiting
Of knowing
Our time would come
Not today,
this life time,
And maybe not the next
But inbetween;
Like the spaces between unnecessary words
Where a whole universe lives
Between our souls