Your lips find mine—
Soft, supple, then hungry.  
A tease, a taste, a moan,
Tongues dancing, breath stolen.  

Fingers skim my skin,  
Slow, deliberate, dangerous.
A touch that lingers too long,  
Not long enough.  
You gasp as I lower,
A trail of fire down your body.  

My mouth claims you,  
Hot and wet,  
A flick, a ****,  
You moan, thighs trembling.  
I drink you up,  
Every gasp, every shake,  
Every ounce of surrender.  

I rise, eyes locked—  
Dark, intentional, hypnotic.
My weight presses,  
And you are helpless beneath me.  
A push, a pull—  
The tease of entering,  
Slow, stretching, filling.  
You arch, nails cutting skin.  
We are a storm,  
A crash of bodies and cries.  

The rhythm builds,  
Faster, harder, just like that.
My name spills from your lips,  
Like a chant, like a prayer.  
Every ****** drives deeper,  
Every gasp pulls tighter.  
You shatter, body clenching,  
Heat flooding, juices running.  
You’re groaning, shaking,  
And then we fall together.  

The world softens in the quiet.  
Skin damp, hearts pounding,  
Your arms find me,  
And I sink into you.  
Sated, whole,  
And craving more.

I have measured out my life with
the sadness I felt with every
One of your lying looks, your deceitful eyes that
Tell me the truth while you say you “love me”.

I have lived out my life hoping
that you could come around, whispering
Honeyed promises that I wish I could believe
But you’ve left me, and every moment of my life
Is now measured with the memory of you.

I find myself falling for the same person, with a different face.
Its quite the troubling case.
"If the face is new why must i pace-
Pace back and forth in self disgrace"
I pace because although she is new in face,
A change in her intentions i have no faith.
For another heartbreak has no place,
In the remains of my heart held by a lace.
So i bludgen my feelings with little grace,
Because i dare not fall flat again... on my face.

Cupid, you foulest of the archers
How you lodge your arrows deep
It is like a fire burning my heart
And I have no room to bleed
Apollo archer of poetry
Please pierce this dart in my chest
That I might write this poem in blood
And with fatal words, confess
She never loved me at all
And I have no reason to persist

Do not believe yourself in love,
Know it. Remember the taste of such truth,
Wet against your tongue, sweetest fire through your veins,
Breathing whispered passions.
Hands grasping hips, teeth grazing skin;
The consumption of another soul, body and mind:

Let it envelop you, but-
-please, be kind about your recollections;

Public ****** is illegal.

He walks like a god,
blazing fire on my skin and it's inner creases
with just the tip of his fingers.
When they slide in,
it's heaven and hell,
lamentations and cascading into burning flames of passion.
His hair falls on his smooth forehead
like they have been paid to do so,
very stylish.
I kiss his hands that carve their presence inside me forever,
Oh, how can I forget his warmth..
Our scents are combined and matching,
just like us intertwined beneath the sheets.
There's sweat glistening on his handsome face,
illuminated by the bedside lamp.
My lover in his glory takes me in
and leaves me breathless,
lifeless, begging for more.
Then the gentle caresses that I love the most.
Lover is a word I never thought of before,
but the way you make me feel,
Yeah it's something I want to hold.

The art of connection is not by chance.
More of investment and less of dance.
Follow this guide, to a T, to have a chance.
For connection or romance.


Step 1
   Two people meet who identify potential.
   Potential advertisements successful.
   Interest of purchase, the game is on.
   Time for negotiation.

   “This is what I want, and this I see in you
   we could be magnificent, do you see it too”?

Step 2
   The two parties state their terms.
   What I want, need, now you, take turns.
   This is what would make it happen for me,
   what I would need for ease and harmony.
   Lists categorised by priority.

   Lists of what would hurt as ****, if you agree?

Step 3
   Comparison of wins and gains and risks and pains
   in our now well documented passions.
   Stated clearly in the contract, attachments,
   terms and conditions.

   Does the potential magic outweigh the discomfort?
   Knowing all, would you be a suitable consort?

   Not free of flaws, just flaws matching mine.
   The positives showing potential, long term growth,
   and something less tangible. A sign?

Step 4
   Consideration of the terms for the exchange.
   Feel free to bring in outside counsel,
   all normal, nothing strange.

   “***, I think they like me”?
         “Do you think he even cares”?
               “I don't know if she is ready”.
   Doubts like this no longer stand a chance.

Step 5
   Place fourth what you'd be willing to invest, on the table.
   Be careful not to place more than you are actually able.

Step 6
   Potential trial runs, if stated clearly in the terms.
   Experience the chemicals of connection
   and see if trust can be earned.

   Did reality meet expectations?
   Where there all the right sensations in our relations?
   Giving passion a chance in this well structured test.

   With everything now on the table,
   are the parties ready to potentially invest?

   Any last warnings to heed?
   Excellent, I believe we are ready to proceed.

   The parties gather for progression
   as it is time for

Step 7
   An agreement is reached at last.
   Taking into account all that has passed.

   The details have been discussed.
   “Yes, Christmas with my family is a must”.

   Will they walk their separate ways,
   or will the fires of romance be set ablaze?


The beginning of a great love story,
with nothing lost and potential true connection won.
If you just follow the steps in investment 101.