At the peak his roar is in the words of mountain winds,
a rare sweetness it brings out,a flow natural from his self,
she acquires then the lilt of a song bird,flying in an open cloudless sky,
a song bird that has sweetly pecked her aggressive mate to submit,
something she couldn't believe,that astonishment becomes her croon.

They soar, the illusion of wings make them both lose bearing,wobble,
going up, up to dizzy heights,above the caressing silver white clouds,
then slowly tumbling down on earth,they feel like feathers entwined.

The wind whistles a tune,eyes widely closed they jive, time stands still,
that sweet exhaustion,prods for one more dance above the clouds.

Devoured by the intensity,
  words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
    like a spirited ******
      whetting a voracious thirst,  
plunging in for another swallow
   of adoration's satiated ******

Has been long that I didn't remember you.
Creating fiction chords in my head
of that old song we used to sing together.

The piano leaving me with hair erections
reminding me that pores exist.

The bass taking place
giving short detail
and pressing my body slowly,
gently and deeply into the couch.

And the voice..
warm voice that is injecting
ridiculous amounts of dopamine
directly thru my brain,
driving me to this stage of complete satisfaction.

Feel granted to be the one
who can spike chemical reactions
from the inside of my being
to the outside of my skin
..without a touch.

Kid, what more ****** that could be?

The way she flows against me
Fast and slow
To and fro
As we go
The ****** we know
The waves of ecstasy
That washes or souls

Your impassioned ****** blabber, a primordial prompt,
the seed, swelled,seethed feverishly for a while, sprouted
then surged in to a sea of love with all the intensity mustered
we drowned in that flood; there was only the sea of bliss.

Everything
I
witnessed
that happened to You
2 years ago,
Everything
that happened to Us
Last Year,
Is all apart of Our story,
I just want to start a new chapter,
And keep on writing chapters until
We
Inevitably reach
The ******

Life is no story

It's not Disney,
Or John Greene,
Or Rick Riordan

The end isn't happy
Or sad
Or astonishing
Or mysterious
Or much of anything at all
You simply stop living

Life is no story

I'd love it if it were
Please,
Tell me how to act
Tell me what to say
Tell me who to love
Make my life easier

Life is no story

There is no
******
Eplilogue
Moral

There are no plans
No one cares about you
Not all will build to the end

For life is not a story

She turns off the lights,
lights a scented candle- lavender, her favorite.
She lays her tired body
and surrenders to the needs of her inner self.
She knows she's empowered.
She knows herself.
She knows what she wants.

Her petals wet with her desires.
She reaches inwards as deep as the night.

Her body quivers while she lets out soft moans
until she can take it no more; but she knows what she wants.
She never stopped reaching for the glory of self love.

Her moans grow louder.
Her state of mind in disarray.

An earthquake.
A huge internal earthquake.

Non-destructive.
Recuperative.

Pulse.  Pulse.  Pul­se.

She knows what she wants.
She breathes in deep and smiles.