I see you in my whiskey My cigarette smoke has your savor. And yet you are further away than ever I'm waiting for you Even if the sea ruins the poem I wrote you on its sand. I'll get you, flower of dawn. Let me water you with love and affection.
Sometimes we crush a bug in self-defense. Other times we crush bugs in annoyance. However, there are times when we go out of the way to step upon a lesser life form. Such ******* arouses a sadistic pleasure we cannot savor or even admit in civilized society.
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning, torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” <>
E.B. you trap me tween savior and savor and my plans well prescribed on a yellow pad get ignored and the ignorant fool not cool
the poetry plane is my escape route but that is now a locked door, saying goodbyes, can neither save nor savor, sorry have to return your world weary wise favor
frozen on a verse, a line too far for my composing, but thanks for alliterating my stuck place
I love being with you, Staring into those big brown eyes. You don't know the effect they have on me, The way they lure me in as only you can. With the slightest touch I melt. All with the simplicity of a smile. I feel it imperative that you know. These moments with you I crave. Every song heard with you instantly becomes my favorite. The background that increases intensely, With my tongue against your neck. You moan heavily in my ear. Openly expressing more, more. It's these moments with you I savor, Where thought becomes more than reality. We connect in ultimate ******, both together you & I. The tremble of your voice breaks the stare, your eyes gazed deep in mine.
Our bodies crave more. The contour of your back wrapped tight in my arms.
The contour of silhouettes seen through low-cut eyes. At the slightest touch your deepest desire screaming more Cradled fast to sleep, You in my arms
Bloodlust Predatory Drooling on my heart clawing for the treat those eyes in ambush lying in uneasy wait on the brink, sharpened teeth savoring the foretaste breathing in the promises I will not delay the inevitable
lips all blades my skin a sea of pins bristled for the kiss tongues coiling for the cut the cold caress and warm metallic flavor sweetness in the air calls ******* the shadows