"breaze" poems
We commence the acencion into an oxygen void dimension of vivid colors and breathless serenity
your beach-breaze salty glaze compliments your starved gaze as you graze my thighs and sigh through Slytherin lips,
blindly searching for the switch buried in my skin, a surpressed sunset at your fingertips
You need me now, like an orphaned lover you miss me, your strong hands cannot understand the firm grip of my surreal sweet lips, the warm
carresses of my tongue, the twists, the complex concoction of intoxicating ********** physical poetry, Constructing
your perfect carnal high, I trace fairy trails down your chest into the fields of your belly, I paint roses onto your skin with my soft
puckered sips, I drink from you your pleasure and make it my own, you're not alone on this quest to fullfillment, DO your fill and
you'll recieve in full.I'm at your command. Move me like your marrionette star, I'll repeat which ever wonders your whispers wish me to,
let us commerce in our spiritual sign language, catalyst mental eruption, hot and heavy streams of red-hot moans rivers into tropical atmosphere,
riveting the hem of my body as my soul slips through the strips of bone, the rib caging my bongo core as it crecendos into **** sore psalms, my palms
rooted to your crown as I combust into a comet, corrupted by the sublime nectar dripping off the rims of your mouth, connecting the dots to my being,
you found me
now come
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Fireflies flit across the evening sky
For every dawn the must die
Lighting the air and flowing with the breaze
Everywhere they float, living in ease
They bring me peace on the cobblestone path
And company from loneliness as I walk
Buzzing around filling the air
Unabashed as I lovingly stare
Slowly wandering without a care
Wondering if ever I will find
A place to rest and settle my mind
Hoping and dreaming
With all my heart
Still the fireflies endlessly streaming
Never apart.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
I hear autum leaves under my feat crunching
I see the leaves falling off and no more leaves are left on the trees
I feal the cool breaze on my face
I love god's creations of Human beaings, Holiadays, Spring, Summer, Fall, winter, and finally animals
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
When my life is still and hot,
Emotions can weigh me down,
Feelings can tire me out,
And my goals seem unreachable,
When I feel lost in a greater space,
When no one is around,
Like I'm trapped in an oven,
With the sun beaming down,
When all my joy flows away,
Like water down a stream,
I'm left in this dessert of life,
Left alone to die,
Somehow I can keep on,
Stumbling in the searing heat,
Looking for an end and clinging to,
To some mad hope of mine,
You hit me like a tidal wave,
Suspending me inside your cool,
I was below the surface,
And I had no need for air,
In you I relax,
Unto you I expose,
All the evil inside me,
And the pain my body knows,
Your aura and peace,
Brought me sweet respite,
Like a breaze across my face,
Or the cool wind in my heart,
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
I was nineteen years old, those nights were getting cold
I was married in a town just north of here, now those warm feelings are growing cold
When I walk the town in the midnight hours and all I see is hope
I think back to myself and what I’ve become, all I have is hope
I see the drink fueled teachers, the mighty preachers, the paupers and the poets
I see the people who know me better than I do, and my god don’t they know it
They whisper you’re hiding now, and don’t be afraid to show it
There’s a girl walking through me, and we breathe the same air
She dances through my thoughts, like a mysterious, dangerous nightmare
Because a ring that binds my finger, keeps me from straying
And in the breaze beneath the church tower, she stood, her red dress swaying
I walk inside, from my thoughts again, I try to hide
I go to church to see, the devil and the priest
The priest grants me his blessings
And the devil throws me out, to my ***** release
I always thought I was a good man, but I no longer know what I think
I was always pretending to do good things, then into the devil I sink
I was too young to marry and now I must carry this gold that weighs me down
Sitting up on the hill watching my release wonder, our tiny town
Maybe if I’d have listened a little more at school
I wouldn’t be such a fool
The taste of chocolate is so good but they say it’s bad
You look so fine, in my minds eye, I must be mad
There’s an apple waiting at home, for me
But I keep tasting chocolate on your lips, that are forever sweet
again I go to church one morning, to confess my sins
Three knocks on the hard-wooden door, the devil lets me in
And you’re waiting outside to see if I’m alright
Still beautiful in the breeze
Ten minutes later the devil throws me to the warm embrace of my ***** release
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
I want to fly with the birds in the sky
To soar high above the Earth
To dance upon the breaze
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC