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Heart-Beat
Heart-Breaks
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Heart-Again.
Story of our lives (most of us). Wonder when I will "Heart-Again"?
I did not restrain myself. I let go entirely and went.
To the pleasures that were half real
and half wheeling in my brain,
I went into the lit night.
And I drank of potent wines, such as
the valiant of voluptuousness drink.
 Aug 2013 theinsatiate
Enzo Badia
Someday I’ll paint a mural.
I’ll paint it on one of the walls in my room.
It will consist of your favorite colors,
Your favorite things,
Everything that adds up to you.
I’ll let it dry, I’ll let it show.
I’ll look at it at night when
The vibrant colors begin to glow.
And when I finally build up the courage,
When I get past the days that seem to drag on,
I’ll stand on my own two feet and.
I’ll break down that ******* wall.
I’ll even take a picture of the ruins,
Just for your eyes to see,
That the damage I did to the wall,
Was nothing compared to the
Damage you did to me.
Written on October 26th, 2010.
 Aug 2013 theinsatiate
Enzo Badia
In the moments between now and then,
I pray that I will somehow see you again.
Though your words and laughter
Are enough to hold onto,
Nothing compares to the warmth I feel
With my arms around you.

In the moments between now and then,
I sense that maybe we’ll come to an end.
The thought of losing you is really overwhelming,
And it leaves me to sit and worry,
But in the end your love is reassuring,
So I know that it’d be okay to keep going.

In the moments between now and then,
I crave for your lips and the taste of your flesh.
Imagining the sound of my name in the form
of a gasping whisper by my ear.
The bending of our bodies and interlocking
Of our fingers as we lose ourselves without fear.

In the moments between now and then,
I know that I will indeed see you again.
But when time doesn’t move fast enough
To please the desire in my heart,
The fires begin to spread.
And though we’re in this together
I feel the miles pulling us apart,
Causing these dreadful thoughts in my head.

Will I really see you again?
Written on February 1st, 2011.

I miss her terribly.
 Aug 2013 theinsatiate
Enzo Badia
By arms extended,
To show that you belong here,
I will welcome you.
Written on February 7th, 2011.
 Aug 2013 theinsatiate
Enzo Badia
I thought it to be wonderful,
To only cause a sense of bliss.
Years of searching, years of dreaming,
Years of wishing for emotions like this.

Expectations held high,
Thinking that I would only ever smile.
That at the moments our lips met,
The world would stop for a while.

I believed it to be magical,
With ideas of fantastic futures.
My imagination depicting our passionate lives,
Perfection portrayed only through her.

In the depths of my mind,
Everything was figured out
And I was sure of how we would be:
A typical couple infused with happiness,
With lives that were worry free…

But with time I’ve come to see,
That love has just as well made me weak,
A fool of my own dreams,
And a victim of stupid fantasies.

It has infected me with stains of insecurity,
And unnecessary doses of jealousy.
With a highly pensive mind,
That only brings out the worst in me.

Is this how it is meant to be?
That when one finds true happiness,
The struggles begin to run deep?
That the little things begin to grow in power,
Causing everything I imagined to simply be devoured?

Can it be true, that I was wrong,
That love does more than set your heart free?

Well…as I lay here and
Await for the answer to strike from above,
I will continue the path I’ve chosen,
And refuse to believe in the dark side of love.
Written on March 6th, 2011.
 Aug 2013 theinsatiate
Enzo Badia
They say I ****** her over,
That too many things have changed.
That even though they went and told her,
She refuses to obey.

They say she isn’t getting any younger,
That she’s throwing her life away.
That though they went and warned her,
She continues to walk my way.

They say that I’m a murderer,
That I tore her soul to shreds.
That though they tried to save her,
She only craved the warmth of my bed.

They say that I’m the one responsible,
That I’m the one to blame,
That I’m her only savior,
That I should wash away her shame.
But now I sit and wonder,
How do I keep things from being the same,
If every time I touch her,
She says, “Yeah babe, I love the pain.”
Written on August 7th, 2010.
 Aug 2013 theinsatiate
Enzo Badia
***
Well let’s take it slow.
There’s no rush, tonight is all yours.
Take your time,
Pull on my lapel,
Go ahead and bite me
As I tighten my grip on your hair.

When you’re ready
I’ll lay you down gently,
Pull of whatever is left,
Tell you everything’s okay,
Caress your soft chest,
Until I’m sure you’re
Dripping wet.

Tonight won’t be something ordinary,
Nor something from a fantasy.
Its somewhere in between.
You’ll feel like magic,
But I’ll make you remember
The harshness of reality.

There’s no need to panic
When everything starts shaking.
Its all normal and expected,
So ride on my dear,
Till your back starts breaking.

Eventually you’ll memorize
The pattern of our bodies
When they move from side to side.
Its quite the strange delight,
Hearing your beautiful tune
As I hit you from behind.

When its time to close,
Scream my name, let it show.
Dig your nails into my skin,
Get your body to bend,
Get low.
Gasp for air, beg me to stop.

In.
Out.
Explode.

After reaching the end.
I’ll lay you down again,
Covering you with soft kisses,
Thanking you for fulfilling my body’s wishes.
Then we’ll lay here together,
Studying eachother with dreamy eyes,
Hoping that tonight,
Won’t be the last time.
Written on December 24th, 2009.

Nothing like Christmas and lust to break my second ecounter with Writer's block.
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