Tailored love of indescribable passion.
"Mr grey, my type of love is now in fashion."
You've got this amazing **** that only desires my palm.
Red hand prints.
Excitement that doesn't entirely harm.
Delicate and fine a thong that yearns for my teeth.
Removed and discarded.
After Christmas like that wreath.
******* that only imagine the warmth of hands.
Running all over you.
Following each and all my demands.
Lips supple only to the press of my own.
The way you sound.
Lust you've never known.
Hips that don't exist without the pressure of mine.
Careful what you ask for.
In Pandoras box you might find.

Kisses are like a dance one must lead.
Back and forth battle for more.
I'm dominating its what you need.
I'll certainly put you in your place.
Take head you have no power.
Your place is under me with all that grace.
On top of me so I can see that face.
Where ever I want.
Pulling your hair if it pleases me just an inch more.
What pleases me pleases you.
Of that im sure.
Just to make you feel ***** and alive again.

I saw the rain fall sideways,
striking the cello case cruelly.
The case was white and beaten,
weathered and worn.
It was sad to be alone in the rain.
I could almost hear the cello sing
from inside its case,
like a trapped songbird
forced to play the saddest
of songs
for no other reason but
to make others feel as sad as
itself.
I hold my breath and the rain
taps on the case,
tap
tap
tapping noisily
for the cellos attention,
but he does not come out
and play,
and I dont blame him.

Through the rain stained glass,
With a sickly purple hue,
I can see early marsh orchid,
And it makes me think of you.

The gardener's son
Is looking at it too,
His sickly grey suit
Makes me think of you.

I was not born a bog child,
I was only passing through,
The Irish Lady's Tresses
Made me think of you.

Be it the Bible, or be it Grey
Each defines one of us, be whoever you may!

Behold a leaf, or behold another
Beyond an age,
Won’t learn it any better
Just more will it fray

Still turn all pages around,
One after the other
And at the end will I disclose,
That you were at the cover!

A meagre little advice,
Time would always be scanty
But so would be your knowledge,
If you rush it like a handy!

I dare you to whisk me away
With those electric limbs of yours
Let's go some place
Where we won't be judged

Don't let them seep in
Under the door
Just ignore the invisible creaking
Surely it will stop soon

Do not be frightened
The wailing is not a killer
Not a knife in this hand
Nor a hammer in this head

Do not call me, do not whistle
I am no cat, I am no wolf

Hold your breath
Hang upside-down
Let me scare you, scare yourself
Shall I fetch a mirror?
Or would that prove to be
Just as useless?

Whining in the shadows
Ghost white and blood red
Scratch marks, no bite marks
What were you expecting?

Let me howl
I am no wolf
But you seem to be a moon
You shine so brightly, I swear
You are the cure
That I've been searching for

They warned me about you
Before I left
I never understood their worries...
I blink and you are gone
Back again
Is that your honest soul?
It's so grey
(I can empathise)

Should we still run?
Would you rather soar?
I don't like this idea anymore
You are too frail, too fragile
I will not love you like this
Tomorrow...

Part of me will never forgive myself
for not following through on the promise I made to you

But another part
knows that you wanted me too
Forced me to

Part of my brain was already on the way to the store
to get cupcake making supplies

when the other part of me,
remembered that you don’t have a sweet tooth

Unless the cupcake was laced with misery,
there was no way you would sink your teeth into it

I wonder why you had wanted confetti cake
when all you know is grey

I wonder if you were hoping that I could bake some color
back into your throat

so that your own voice
mattered to you again

I convince myself that things are better this way
but it is like wishing on a cake the day after your birthday

Forced and futile
though appreciating the sentiments.

I would have given you the universe baked deep
inside of the cupcakes that were my proof that I could be worthy