i am the waves
and you are the shore.

darling, no matter
how difficult and
painful i had
to experience
just to reach you,
i would endure.

and every single time,
i’ll be bringing you
stories from every corner
of the world
that i have gone to.

I always watch the way you laugh
the lovely creases around your eyes
sometimes you act tough
although you're not, despite your size

It's the most immature things
that you find so very amusing
making my heart sing
I just can't stop watching

It suddenly reminds me
that there's an innocence to you
laughing so heartily
any funny joke will do

Your laughter is so alluring
I deeply love that side of you
my little heart starts purring
I'll want to be in your arms soon

I don't know what it is
but I just need to stop and gaze
it's a moment of beautiful bliss
our surroundings are in a haze

Your handsome face lights up
a gorgeous smile displayed
I hope the laughter never dies
and will continue to fill our days

My hunger for you never wanes
your, smell, touch, look send me aflame
my lips bruised after being crushed by yours
my thirst quenched by drinking you in,
my need as robust as your thrusts,
my cravings, like a ****** in need of a fix.
Immersed in you, luxuriating in you,
knowing you, has starved and saved
my soul.
Amongst the smell of lust and lechery
Dante watches, he watches my soul.
Purgatorio, penitent I walk within flames to purge myself of lustful thoughts and feelings.
Dante's Inferno. Souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane winds, I feel the wind at my back. Howling.
A symbol of my own lack of self-control to my lustful passions
in this my earthly life.
Just be with me when we are judged, together we can prove our
Love

if I starve myself my bones will show
if I cut my thighs no one will know
theyll check your wrist for cuts and scars
but none will mend the broken heart.
ill pop the pills and die real slow.
quietly, so no one will know.

He must be deaf
God, that is
I've been cursing him for days
And I'm not dead yet

Sitting up there on his throne
Eating cheese on Ritz
All gray-haired without a care
Not hearing my pleading tones

Maybe the choir's making too much sound
Or perhaps he's jamming with Townes
Possibly; passing a bottle 'round
Gettin' down to Snake Mountain Blues
With Townes Van Zandt. Yeah. That's it.

r ~ 5/16/14

If I could only
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                                         someone
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