The tip of the blade as it touches my skin
Is the ecstasy of pain, now let the pleasure begin

I crave the dance of emotion as contact is made
The depraved breath in, as my skin you degrade

Don't stop now, the sensation is real
Give me pain for my pleasure
Till it's rapture I feel

Stroke my irritation till the blood gently flows
Wrap yourself around me, does my desire now show

Slide along my skin, now it's slick with my blood
Your crimson body now like my lifes new drug

Is this what you wanted, has your soul been freed
Because if you make me want, you better feed my need.

In the glory of dawn and serenity of dusk, in the crisp winters air and a cool summers gust.  As the leaves flutter in autumn and the rains cleanse in spring, I'll always hold close to me these very few things.

The radiance of your smile and the warmth of your embrace.  The sweet smell of your hair as it caresses my face.  The soft touch of your skin as it passes over mine, those very gentle moans as our bodies intertwine.

The best whiskey goes down
smooth as the silky tongue
of a curvaceous young woman.
There are times when we desire
sips from brands known to bite
the back of the throat
with the gratifying sting
of fingernails dug in
between our shoulder blades.
Funny how the sensations
of pleasure and pain
have more in common
than we realize.

Bare with me please
I am still learning
Mark my words
It will all have been for something
The new year brings one of action
I have not time to waste
Hurry, we must
I might miss my train
Nevertheless, I'll catch the next one.
Who's to know.
Maybe I'll go somewhere else instead

Regardless to say I,
can't wait to see what you become
Be gentle with yourself
We are all, but perfectly flawed

The reek of bourbon vanilla lingering through the sappy tones
Of creased leaves and crooked horns, enveloping the royal grave
Embedded with stone, the coronated statue of vines and thorns
Twirling around the remaining cores

Rotten cells and dark floral gourd, an unstable mass crawling
Amongst the bare, rotten shores
The empty shells howl its name - the king
Of naught
Brought to death on the brink - in a whim

Clasping roots and grasping vines,
Luscious soot and dull amethyst,
The graveyard of which the warriors of Gaia
Patrolled in everlasting melancholy - the betrayal of the monarchy
In which they found pleasure in the guilt of misery
They atone for the death of the reign,
Raining in droplets of sulphur and rosebuds,
Meek of the pink of the roses, embroidering the newfound majesty

Alas, the journey of futility,
The thorns grasp its throat
The emperor has been coronated to cease once more.

I can still feel it -- sliding, melting as it runs down my skin,
slowly dripping down my sides and into places only you've been

"Sweet Smile"


Sweet smile
Walking away
Do you live
The live long day
I think not
That your honest
Presence is a continuous
****** attribute of the
Pretty woman you are
Currently attached to
Moment by moment
Aggregates coalesce into
The physics of your brief
Existence which is that
Which i now write about
In my need and desire
To express in words
The experience of this mountain
Here and now
For your viewing pleasure
And perhaps