#pours
the science is there,
therefore, of no interest,
the reality is simply too
fantabulous,
when my pores smell
your presence, your essence,
when your pheromones secrete
their secrets, my heart then
marks you,
and
my territory, and yours,
combined,
mined jointly,
lick your sweat from
between your *******
you look at me, thinking crazy,
but they are sweet drops
of our intertwining,
our bodies twining,
when twinning
when you take my head,
in both your hands,
smilingly an amazing
expression of gazing
so, ever, overwhelming,
and the room, the bed
effervesces ether odors
of this,
a new direction~creation,
we will, we have,
reached, not a peaking,
but a plateau,
to rest till we ascend,
transcend the prior depths,
when the quiet knowing
of the specialty of this exactness,
can be repeated, this perception
is our firmament,
*where our feet sky walking,
no fear of falling, for our pores
demand more, and the scope
of our mutuality for each other*
is unlimited.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
As the rain pours and hides my tears,
I am thinking of all my fears.
My fear of losing you.
My fear of falling out of love with you.
As the rain pours and touches my skin,
I am thinking of us and what could have been.
What would happen if we took the risks?
What would happen if we knew what went amiss?
As the rain pours and drenches my heart,
I'm in pain thinking we're apart.
Hoping that as the rain goes away,
You'll come back and stay.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
The rain pours
It fills every crevice and crack
It patters off the window panes and the broken hearted
The chilled air blankets over the drowned bringing goosebumps to delicate skin
It pours, swallows, and masks.
The rain falls and the broken are rain drenched.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC