Let my words trace your silhouette,
a phantom’s caress, lingering yet.
Each syllable a brush of desire,
kindling sparks, igniting fire.

Lines flow like molten gold,
writing secrets your skin won’t withhold.
Every curve, every plane,
etched in whispers that call your name.

They cascade down, slow and sure,
filling spaces you long to endure.
A tempest builds, fierce and untamed,
branding softly, your soul renamed.

Breathless heat, a searing tide,
our untold story where passions collide.
My words, a map, a lover’s art,
binding you fast, heart to heart.

No, stop
Leave me alone
Feeling your hands roam
Hoping they'd get off, so I'd moan
Back arching
Spine breaking
Hands *******
There's no hope for speaking up
I've lost my voice
But God… I must feel so moist
Fingers groping my ******* and twisting
Sweaty palms spreading my thighs
I can see the pleasure in your eyes
Taking in the sight
With me beneath the moonlight
Recording me
Stop it
I don't want to be part of your sick fantasy

The eyes are admiring my body, not my face
They are just going to get a taste
Of my delicious cake
With the frosting they'll make
On top
Then leave me here on the cold, hard concrete for me to rot
Not once untying me
Just to let me be
No
They just leave me there with my disheveled hair

Secret sessions
Just you and me with your confession
That you've reached obsession
Your skilled fingers delicately unbuttoning my shirt and working their way down to my bottom
Belts getting torn off
Clothes getting torn off of bodies
Replacing the bites on my already painted canvas with your aggressive ones
All of it is never changing
Forever engaging
With these forbidden activities
It's over and over again
Just for nothing to change
They won't let me take my distance and arrange

I know it won't end
I'll end up continuing it but with my friends
Just for the sake of the familiar feeling that comes back

-From Darkness unto Light


Whenever you experience any kind of pain,

Just know there will always be sunshine after the rain.

You
confused
my pencil tips,
they used to write poetry
Now, they doodle in lines in bewilderment
aimlessly drawing the words in sketches of an amateur love

Let my words run down your body,
Wrap around you, branding softly.
Fingerprint trails, smoke rising thin,
Sizzling heat under your skin.

Scorching my path, marking the line,
Each touch whispers, "You are mine."

this is it, man
the last stop before hell
the final chapter before knowing the unknown
I prayed this day would never come
and I have feared it more than death itself
but now that it has arrived, I can’t move,
I’m paralyzed, comatose,
almost vegetable-like
too many nights were spent
laughing with diesel-powered killers,
singing with mop-haired lepers
in monotone slate
& dancing with minotaurs around
the open flame of age
it’s all behind me now
my days roll through soft and fuzzy
like peaches in the August heat
a cozy bed, comfy pillows, secure blankets
and yet, I felt safer in more dangerous places
(I always preferred the acid rain dripping from the mossy underpass over the holy water bubbling in the Vatican jacuzzi,
yeah dig?)
but now that I’m surrounded by all this
security, comfort and warmth
I feel less alive, almost finished,
when I’ve got so much more to unleash
like a mad dog, old and vicious and untrained by its master with enough bite
to inflame your wrists with rabies.
it’s been one hell of a picnic, lemme tell ya:
kissing death under the ring of vultures
loving women like a broken bear trap
delivering music like an olive branch
cleansing myself from these filthy poems
it’s time to turn it over to someone else
let them abuse the night
and listen to it scream
me? my nights weep themselves to sleep
and I join in on their sorrow.