When you walk,
you are like poetry in motion,
your complexion,
like pastel tinted clouds,
your voice,
the sound of liquid music,
your eyes,
deep dark pools of pure mystery,
your lips,
rose petals carresed by the morning sun,
your hair,
a shimmering clown of satin ebony,
your smile,
a reflection of ur beautiful soul,
your skin,
soft like a nubian pearl,
your touch,
soft,gentle and smooth like persian silk,
alas,words cannot fully describe your beauty,,ma belle! :)

Thrown myself
onto the waves of
sea of sparks
(control no more)
floating and carresed
by the sea of
reptiles & amphibians' faces
I drown in

Cigarette's ember
  in night's sky
Like a primeval meteorite.
   So that's what
 the creatures of
the elder world
  saw?

I'm having a hard time letting go.
Your soft embrace carresed my soul.
Inspired, I rize to meet my fate.
But fate, it seems, for me is waiste.
Tasted and saw.
LOVE IS LAW.
and I;
A criminal.

Your calloused fingertips
Carresed the inside of my thighs.
They navigated around my hips,
As pleasure was signified by drawn out sighs.

The room was covered in dark hues
As you land soft kisses unto my skin.
Heavy breathing insues,
Inflaming the desire within.

As you were kissing my neck,
You gave a quick bite.
Smiling, you said sorry,
I was gifted Love's mark that night.

Like loose pages in a note book, her self-esteem falls out, leaving her with nothing but an empty shell of herself,
       as her mind dwells in a wasteland of hate & misery, she cant escape her memories, she constantly replayes to that day his hands covered the vulnerable, naked parts of her body,
         never before touched, if only she knew what her precious parts ment to him, they meant nothing, he's done this before & cares less if he's hurting her *******.
She is scared & entrusting him with her body, with her delicate purity, in wich he is tainting,
         he swaddled her up, kissed & carresed her, told her everything she needed to hear & feel for her to spread her legs & let him in to the doorway of her soul.
         He used her body for his pleasure, like a tissue for his ****,
when she cried out "no" he sternly told her "shut-up".
           Smoldering her heart from the core out, her feelings shaken, she is his for the taking, the only thing she had full control over was now shown-up, he owned her, tears leaked from her eyes, as he continuously pounded her body, sending sharp pains up her spine, rubbing in her face she was worthless & this man could do whatever he wanted to her, as she watched & could not do a thing about it,
      she shook with cries as she so desperately wanted him out, but he wouldnt go, no this was HIS show, she had no control over her own body,
          when he was done he left her with a horrid experience, in which she'll never forget.
       Her heart had a hole just like the empty gap now between her legs & insides, where he had been,
           her confidence was destroyed, her ******* so fragile & not even completly formed were used & abused & her birthmark near he belly button, in which her mother adored only reminded her of   when she was once so innocent & pure, filling her with guilt.
         She wished nothing more than to be that way again, she would do ANYTHING.
Now she walks around with a flicker of mistrust behind her eyes & a foreign body that not hers.
         She'll never tell a soul because whats done is done & she never wants to relive that night.
        That night her world fell like loose pages in a note book.

I think about your bare skin,
carresed by the sheets.
I think about your touch,
is it rough? Is it kind?
I think about how you sleep at night,
with someone in your bed.
Do you bite the lip of the person kissing you?
Did their breathing change?
How does your hair smell?
Maybe it smells like rain.

Thoughts of you haunt.
Thoughts of you touching the person I love.

If I told you a tale of tenderness, if I spoke of a whimsical word or murmured a sentual story of fantasies the likes you've never heard. If I whispered you a dream enticed you with enchanting prose or carresed your  soul with a fable ,took you someplace not everyone goes .Will you listen with your heart ?Would you stay awhile with me?And follow me into my dreams to reach a new level of fantasy .

my hand are so unlucky;
or so i may call them,
they always,loose!

i loved yvene with all i had,
she is wonderful,bountiful
and chearfull,
but my hands just carresed her once,



i met joan
my unlucky hands did it once again

Seated in a car with the windows slightly down
my father was hidden behind a mask, you could hardly see his face
we drove past the bright rapeseed fields
and I smiled as the smell of cows gently carresed my skin
like it always used to, spring evening

Sweet despair was in the air
came as quickly as the sun set down
will fade away when the first rays hit
but far away will still be felt
like it always does, spring evening

Years go by and my mind gets tired
life did look different those 10 years back but my dads voice sounded the same
as today, a warmth of the fireplace
like I used to feel, spring evening

Seems like a good time, to cease it
make it a happy ending, peaceful sky
could never feel this close to being a child, a child again
like I never thought I could, spring evening

It's for the greater good that I undress
And spare us all of interest.
Be it body, mind or ***
I do it nevertheless
I've spilt my blood in your tea,
So tonight you'll be drinking
Echoes of being bound to me
Dreams have been better until they became nightmares,
Metaphorically clueless I admire them
I've been hit, I've been carresed,
So I'd conclude that it would be sinful of me to bless
When at best I'm a couple of unbalanced distances.
A few too many faces passing the limit and they stress,
My thoughts with their grimaces
I've sent messages demanding to be forgiven,
Pleading innocence, love remains I'll be the only one leaving .
Many souls think of me so well, while I forget I ever met them.
I take what I'm given then put it to burning.
Once time is up and the cycle renews itself,
I flip and get over what I've lived with no help
Might be the most selfish thing I've been doing,
Acting like I'm forgetting,
All the conversations I've been harbouring,
Keeping them in the bottle even if I'm thirsty
To live and to keep living
If I keep on breathing I'll do it so well
I promise.
It'll be like when I stare at the flame to justify the crying.
I want to be alive for anybody but for me
So I'll undress for myself in the mirror tonight
To admire the body, mind and soul I'll fight,
Until I get this life right._