The first time you kissed me, set fireworks off in my soul; with an explosive passion that struck like a lightning bolt. My once-cold heart went up in flames, and the blaze swallowed it whole.
Now, my heart is burning up, ‘cause you set my soul on fire; Engulfed by flames of emotion- an inferno of desire.
That feeling when you kiss me proves I don’t need any others, my world was stuck in black and white ‘til you filled it with your colors ~
You paint my days with hues and shades of violet, yellow and red. You thawed out my frozen heart, until it beat again. But I would rip it from my chest and hand it off to you, if I knew that if I did, this would never end.
wheEeeeeEee proud of myself for sitting down and writing something, even if it’s only my second piece this year it’s better than none. Feel like I am finally getting back the passion that was stolen from me all those years ago
Once pure green, now red with desire If this flame will spread with passion Let it be, the warmth that you desire Our feelings might be carnal treason But our flesh surely will melt in the fire The tongue is mischievous with hot reason As it explores, digs, fight, and admire You're a masterpiece worthy of sensual arson I am yours and you are mine, I'll always admire
Skin Too much skin. Too much space. Too many flashing lights. Epilepsy. Too much skin. Carnal wishes without discretion. Killing me. Too much skin around me. Too much skin for me too see. Smoothly. Lights pulsating under the layers. I want to feel skin other than mine. I've gotten tired of wasting time. Coliding and condoning myself for not looking better. For not making other layers of skin want mine the way I want them. No-one particularly. Tonight I just want to feel loved and I just ain't enough. Skin. Kilometers that my fingers want to run over. Skin stretching over structured bones, taking the hues of the blood passing through. How does it feel you fool? To have someone love you thoroughly? From your veins to nose cartilages ? How does it feel tell me? Incoherently I'm thinking if I can find love in my own skin. Too used to it so negative. Tell me how does it feel? To have skin touch yours that is not evil? How does it feel to not hate the skin you're touching? How does it feel to love feeling? Skin. Too much skin. Too much space. Epilepsy. How would one's skin ever survive loving me?