Will you let me go? Or have you distilled my essence so completely that, unmarried of your obsession, I must remain empty of myself; stripped of sanity’s constraints?

Am I fated to revisit the conjunction of my undoing, if only to recognise my own signature in your scent, and to taste the smokey flavour of my combustible flesh upon your skin?

Is it I - desirous of an end - who have released my immeasurable craving in order to destroy us both?

Pretty Please With Cherries On Top.


I wish to feel, I am King amongst the worms;
I wish to feel, I am the Prince of the peasants.
I wish to feel, I am a King of losers;
I wish to get, a taste of your Heaven.


But who am I, to dream of such riches?
Who am I, to ask for more?
Who am I, to presume to reach for you?
Who am I, but a walking, talking, creature of contradictions?
Now I am simply, your poor *****.


So let me be free, to make a choice,
Let me be free, to turn up the noise,
Let me be free, to scream it out.
Please don’t tell me, to keep my thoughts for you quiet.


Here I am, begging at your feet,
Here I am, under your thumb.
Here I am, if you look down you will see,
I’m simply sat with caring arms, needing to hold someone.
Here I am, tell me something,
Tell me a lie, say something comforting.


Can I bring you, down to Earth?
Can I give you, all my love?
Can I show you, Heaven is still out of my reach?
Can I show you, your Heaven could be ‘Us’.


You have not lived, long enough to die,
So you have not found, your so called Heaven yet.
But I can show you an illusion, of you and I,
Living here on Earth, in our man made pure bliss.


Love me now and this illusion will become real,
Love me now and I can begin to feel.
Love me now and I can be your steel,
Sword of defiance, against this cruel world.


Say yes to me and I’ll not ask again,
Say yes to me, promise me you’re not lying.
Say yes to me and I shall bring you sunshine,
Say yes to me and you shall never again be alone.


Give me a mirror, to reflect your warmth,
Give me a smile, to ease my sadness.
Give me a dream, of being truly loved,
Give me you and I shall have my happiness.


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My mental ******


My mental ****** sends shivers down my spine.
Don’t speak that word again…It will send me blind.
You are still speaking to me, after saying that word.
I can’t hear you right now.  I’m in Heaven and it’s all a blur.


My body is tingling in anticipation.
Will she speak another word as seductively attractive?
Or will she just leave me in peace, so I can enjoy this?
This pure contentment.  This pure bliss.


This feeling of unadulterated ecstasy,
To be found in her word.
She is still talking and looking,
As I drift through my Heavenly mind field.


Thinking of a context, in which this word would work best.
I shall not think of it again…yet.
I shall simply put it to the back of my mind.
It is filed under ‘******’ and its secrets are mine.


For she clearly doesn’t see the effect she has on me.
Please do not say that word again, yet.  I have had my release.
My jaw dropped open and I let out a sigh.
She spoke.  I gasped.  I messed up my best line.


I was going to tell her, she is so beautiful;
But the words didn’t get past the nerves.  
It’s a little uncomfortable.
Being so close to a Goddess;
But not being able to touch.
So I shall leave now and hope another word,
Can add such fire to my lust.


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Girl Next Door


There’s a girl who lives next door to me;
I see her every day.
She could be a model or a beauty Queen,
But she never looks my way.


She walks up and down the same old street,
With this look upon her face,
That tells me something is not quite right;
But what it is, I just couldn’t say.


All I know is, she is popular,
Because every day she gets into a different car.
Some say she used to be a talented actress,
She came here to become a star.


I wish I could give her the compassion she lacks.
They say all she knows is how to lie on her back;
But I can see in her something so hidden.
A beauty so stunning, it’s my little secret.


They call her a *****; I call her an angel.
They use her all day; her life is in danger.
But still every day she stands on her corner;
No love in her eyes, no love from her mother.
No hope left inside, she’s dead to the world,
As I walk past her again, the girl next door.


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