My lips have never known the taste of yours.
My nails have never scraped down your chest.
My legs haven’t wrapped around your waist.
No my body has never had the pleasure of being pleasured by you.

You haven’t slipped off my dress to caress.
You haven’t pulled my hair just to kiss down my neck.
You haven’t ****** me until I’m left screaming.
No your body doesn’t know the heat of mine.

But here we are covered with guilt,
Wearing that scarlet letter for this emotional affair.

© 2013-2014 Peach

It does not exist
I must insist
For if it did,
I would find it
Somewhere lying in an iridescent mist
No.....
It does not exist
Please cease and desist
You are all dismissed
I shall continue to resist

I do not fear the proverbial fall
My heart will never be involved

It does not exist

© 2013-2014 Peach

My stilettos carried me around the city
Wandering in night's perfection
I heard the soul of music
Found myself in the most amazing blues bar

Smoke and candlelight
Set the mood for a tear stained voice
Drifting from the shadows
As a spotlight slowly spilled across her ebony face.

She could have been anywhere from 30 to 50
Dressed in a cream dress
A rose in her hair
She had the bar awestruck with wonder

She belted out lyrics in a raspy drawl
Pulled at heart strings with ease
Let her past pass her lips
While knowing fire ignited in her eyes

I leaned back
A slight smile on my lips
Sipped gold, enjoyed a slow burn
I drifted away on a song about whiskey blues

To be continued

© 2013-2014 Peach

I want silence
7 minutes
Without you in my head
5 minutes
Where the bustle of this so called life is muted
And the next 23 seconds
To just breathe without feeling so much shame

I spend an ungodly amount of time
Washing away your memory
My last shower lasted
49 minutes, 37 seconds
I can still smell gin and your musky cologne
Sometimes I feel clean...almost whole
Today I feel filthy, stained with past violence

Someone said that memories eventually fade
Slowing bleeding away into nothing

They lied

© 2013- 2014 Peach

With patience he caressed my heart
His filthy hands gleefully left
Sticky black ink stains
He told me they would always remain

With determination I cut my heart out
My tainted hands painfully ripped
At blood filled sinew and muscle
I told him it would be like he never existed and grabbed a shovel

© 2013-2014 Peach

Within the absence of sound
I find remote solace
From my own turbulent emotions
But memories continue to burn
Ignited by my own fears
Even as I close my eyes,
My own guilty mind has been taken
Consumed with a sorrow filled bitterness
Engulfed by a desperate inferno
Of tales that I shall never speak

If tears,
Could fall as easily as ash
I think perhaps
I might find some semblance of peace
From the fire of my own mind
Yet I am left to wait
Feverishly hoping
For the moment when I shall be released
From my own self inflicted hell

I grow tired of waking up to my own screams

© 2014 Peach

We exist among twilight shadows
Never in the light of day
Pardon me,
Fast I pray

I run red lights at every turn
Screaming down the coastline
Desperate to avoid anything,
Ok, maybe everything
Time and time again
I won't feel pain

Speak your lies in tongues
Against my parted lips
I'll sip raindrops
From the hollow of your neck
For once I'll give,
You can take
Time is nothing in the hues of the night
Always at night….
Lover I’ll leave you in the light

Tell me you love me,
I may believe it this time
Be my victimless crime

© 2014 Peach

Regrets are nonexistent reflections
Of possibilities
That were never actually possible

They say that hell is an eternity
Of fire and damnation
But at 4 AM
When sleep eludes my advances,
It only sounds like the description of my own mind

Life is temptation,
Temptation beckons coyly
With the promise of heaven often
And I've got nothing
But a come-hither smile
And fragments of fragile lace left

The best you'll ever be able to do is look
But
Never
Fully
Taste

I am much too far from redemption
But consequences,
Fail to prevent your inevitable fall

Seldom have I ever felt remorse for my lack of "grace"

© 2014 Peach

I'm guilty
Of frequent mind visits
Down a memory lane
That I'm striving to forget

I'm stuck in a world
Filled with bottomless grey
Dancing hand in hand
With a devil that knows my name

If I'm a mess,
It's only because
That's the way he left me
Stained sheets never wash easy

© 2014 Peach

Within my own shattered mind
It's the blind tying ties that bind
Spilling wreckage on this wretched crusade
Maybe you win, cause baby I'm plagued
Thoughts of you and the next "her" swirl
Hell, I prefer to just call her another call girl
I may have set the pace
Ended the chase
But I'll admit that in another time or place
It would have been me and you
Who knows what you're up to?

Guess I need to go back to dreaming
Take a break from feeling
Didn't want a ring
But if this is dealing
Then I'm not dealing
I'll skip the wish you wells
Keep it real and hope she fails

© 2014 Peach