Life has been all ******
No ******
The build up is great but the letdown leaves me feeling cheap

Your voice, so smooth it tickled my ears
Come into me like you once did, and I would swallow you whole.
Come into myself like I never did and I could stay afloat.
My heart endured just to be sure
That I made the right choice, the wrong one, or no one
No one compares to your charms
You who let me lose myself in your arms
You who took me away from my day to day but distrust still creeped.
No one compares to the havoc you wreaked.

One year I chased you. The next, you chased me.
The last, we ran in circles until I was alone, lamenting your company.
Then you reappeared, different as I was, I wanted you all the same.
Then I left but we stayed enmeshed, sharing love between the pain.
Things began to turn when you grew tired of the distance,
Maybe, just maybe, maybe there’s more we insisted
Until you said you don’t love me like before,
nothing left but memories so sore.

What feels strong and voiceful flows out like garbled whispers,
Like when I asked you to choke me, and I faded with radio static tongue twisters.
Then awoke to your warm hand tapping my face,
eyes staring into me, mouth agape.
If we could meander so many years through storms and drought,
then I can swim through my own stream of doubt
that I will ever find another.

she disappeared into the shadows of the night,
skimming through the uproarious parties
like stone across the lake
until she sunk into
the gruesome arms
of another man
behind my sleeping back.

and there he was, pounding away
like some big dumb animal
at something I held sacred
as if bonds were meant to be broken
and boundaries were made permeable

and there she was,
taking it,
loving it,
enjoying it,
doing it to spite me
and knowing it would hurt.

and there I was, the last to know
in the dark circles of whispering
secrecy

it’s the all-too-familiar cycle
of passion and appetite;

swallowed by the underbelly of lust and
tormented by the foretaste of my presence

I can’t blame them,
I can’t blame myself,
it’s only nature
taking
its course.

and I can’t say this is written
about anyone specifically,

when it happened

far too many times.

My cells in sweet contortion,  
as your passion infects me with  
magic poison.  
I wish I was boneless,  
so I could twist and fly your body  
all night long.  
I see the shadows of me I hide,  
in the blazing fire of your eyes.  
You plunged into me  
and seized my secrets from  
the tenor of my moans.  
In my deepest spaces,  
my core knows you are a lustful danger.  
My heart betrays my soul,  
offering you endless wild abandon.  
In between the grip
of my quivering canyon.

Your mealy curls are a nest of black ants squashed to death
In bed and drowning
By the hill of sweat between us

How do moist lips running across my own feel
Hegemonic and corroded as machinery

I'm not as blond as Ryan Gosling
I like your ***, I hate to gossip
All day you are running on my mind
I wanna pound you from behind