Is nails on a chalkboard
The crunch of chips
The droning of the TV
Makes all my muscles tense
And fills me with anger
Making me want to scream
At the top of my lungs
Just to get some
Peace and quiet
The feeling of relief when the pain finally ends.
The sounds of rain pattering on the metal roof.
The smell of dry earth mixing and mingling with the water.
The soft touch of petals against your fingers.
The taste of warm chocolate cake the melts on your salivating tongue.
Stimulation from other people.
These are the things that live thrives on.
eh. I'm in a mood.
undress your mind
to see ...
Like a newborn
I am stimulated
By whatever is near
Things become unfathomable
I’m unable to grasp
What is near and
What is far?
Like tattered streamers
Waving from a
Parade float heading
To the junkyard
With blurs all around
Life becomes like
Circular bands of light
Emanating from streetlights
Along a foggy riverside highway
Whenever lucidness invades
Life seems simple,
And I realize
it is simple
All that is required
Is to traverse
Layer upon layer
Of events and missions
Difficult to accomplish
Is life complicated or simple or a combination of the two?
Menthol Madness creeps into my head.
Tattooed Touch fills my mind.
I am not ready for this day to end. I never am - a lover of the night, I blur the lines between sunrise and sunset frequently. I lie on my back and think of skin, smoke, sense. My senses feel deprived. I need stimulation, stimulants....something. No one is awake. I am restless, unable to sleep.
What keeps me awake all of these nights? What occupies my mind during these hours? What keeps me up at night?
Lustfully creating chemistry in the bedroom,
Day dreams to wet dreams,
May I play out my sinful thoughts on you?
Your body—my favorite leisure.
The flavor of your lips forever engraved in my memory.
Will the next be better than the first?
Again a chance to savor your sweetness,
—To hear your moans escape.
Your body against my body, rhythmically our hips gyrates.
Desire for your passion—longing for your embrace.
The ******* of my neck—bites I cannot take.
Excitement, I cringe at the presence of you.
Fingers tactically stroking—smear my wetness.
Low gasps when you penetrate.
****** after ******, now allow me to stimulate.
Exposing all of my weaknesses,
I want you—intimately; the best way.
Balm for Your Soul
Every feeling is real
It is new but effectively true
Now track my every wreck
This vital virtue could not control by any rescue.
Feel my ultimate jealousy
for your standing by others end
whether he is your friend
I just want a walk, hand in hand with you.
You are irrestrictive elusive
you are not here yet luring
Fast stimulation for your curing
Violent-nascent, hollow-shadow, hard to spend moments few.
— The End —