wake up sometimes
longing to touch you
and excite you
I want to wake you up
with soft lingering kisses
and tender rhythmic touches
I want to slide my tongue
deeply within you
until your back arches
and your breath catches
I want your spirit to soar...
before your eyes
are even open
I want to give to you
joy and love
that you have hungered for...
I want you
to begin each day...
-------------------Panginoon,,ano po kaya
---ngayong bagong umaga
-------kakaharapin kong tadhana
---------gitna po ba?kanan?o kaliwa?
ganun pa man,,susundan ko ang tamang daan
sa ESPESYAL na ARAW at sa buong maghapon
nais ko lang po ngayon MAGPASALAMAT !
sa INYO AMA,,,sa biyaya nyo pong AGIMAT.
nang dahil sa isang
ko ang isang kasabihan
walang mga paa na makakahakbang nang hindi muna _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
My whole body is shaking.
I looked at her stand stood up tall,
it was like a fabricated introduction I only saw in photographs.
Slowly I began to step-by-step approach,
I felt tears and happy feelings slowly consume my soul.
I was at the stand looking around when I saw her signing pages,
my hand shake left to right as I clenched the money in my palm.
Artwork from the top to floor held in my grip,
Inspirations and visions forever follow on through my memory.
I am in levels. Past levels. This deep, intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite. Pushing through the wild and feral snow-dusted plains and timber ridges. Like red-spotted dots breathing through the cylinders called the spine. This descends into a narrow channel of scantly clad greenish scenery in a time-soaked visionary wilderness of snow,
Our crab legs dancing down wiry purple highways, our heads could not even look backwards if we had wanted.
Furious, love-latitudes, stalking breaths thwacking fork-ended tongues into a pinkish knot buried into the first layer of organic membrane on this railway of miniature canals, showing. And their pride snuck into the elbows, shooting down each vertebrae as it stepped with great precision every ledge that the currency emphasized. The raw accumulation of stolen heart-beats rattling between the interstices of new fuel careering these red engines. Crashing with exquisite pleasure into one another.
What have we got to lose?
What are we about to face?
the entirety of the world
I want to go forth
seek for the Great Perhaps
venture in to the unknown
I want to see what life has to offer
experience all that there is
to live multiple lives
to be multiple people
to experience things
things that can take my breath away
things that make us feel alive
alive with our senses tingling
with anticipation and excitement
whilst not knowing what to do
what to say or where to go next
I want to feel everything
be everything and everyone
I can be fun and adventurous
while long boarding in Iceland
I can be moody and philosophical
on the Eurail on my way to Berlin
I can be brave and strong
while surfing in Bondi Beach
I can be cheery and giggly
while scuba diving in New Zealand
I can be careless and free
along the windy shore of Pagudpud
I can be wide-eyed and fascinated
underwater in the Great Barrier Reef
I can be scared but thrilled
while bungee jumping in Macau
I can be anything
I can be anyone
I want to be.
Insane some, wild some
Right then, they them
High hold, glimmering gold
Unfaithful men of bold
Hypnotic beads of satin,
Women of exotic
Crippling scars at birth
Becomes this fellows worth
Melodies of Nightmares
A mirror, a hole - of Human's participating role
Amused, by Truly our fears our utter disgust,
But under the tent one feeling robust
Hidden in intoxicating luster
Mildly prompting the feelings of pride, and a condescending guise
Under the Fabricated tent, there's a disgrace
We feel beauty, oh how I, the better man!
Only because it's not our face
When I'm near you, my skin heats and sweats for you.
My heart flutters full of passion, and my thoughts are only for you and l.
My eyes crave yours, and outlines your shoulders, your neck, your every shadow, your art.
Your my art.
I can trace you with my lingering fingers, leading to places only for me.
Kissing your lips, licking them with my careful aggressive lust.
My lips are sweet, but my tongue will be in your every wet dream.
As our tongues dance I know this was my very dream last night.
You and I, like heat and delicious liquid memories.
It's physical passion and chemical romance.
You and I made to please only eachother.
To gently tease and vigorously please eachother.
This is what the best dreams are made of...
You and I dancing our sacred dance.
The dance that only great lovers can dance.
Till every orgasm has stolen our very last movement.
Drained our liquid lust.
Till we lay in each others arms or spread out on the bed...
While our bodies scream pleasure and only our deep breaths remain among blended sweat and wet...
I think of this.
And my mind plays this distant song to my body and it radiates through me till only consuming you will heal me...
And I miss you now though in moments I'll upon you.
My self control does not exist.
Just you and l alone with our sounds and bodies bound and bent, layed out and sometimes whipped.
All of our needs will be met...
Words hidden within one’s soul
One’s voice with expression in behold
The wonders in what is established within one’s mind
The picture being how the words are combined
The confidence in being assured
A Poet who sees beyond the T & I
It is the encouragement called inspiration
A climax providing anticipation
Now that I have your attention
It’s what’s in the Poet’s words
It’s the reader ear’s that need too be heard
A child who stood up
A parent who heard close up
My words that endure
My understanding in how I must mature
Words being a relaxing cure
A reason too live and an opportunity too give
This is a Poet’s write
The instill of delight
Seeing respect in being polite
The connection of words in the horizon sight
A Poet being more than the letter P
They are individuals with perfection talent for all to see
Value being the quality of one’s talent that is truly developed
Let’s not forget and always remember
“Words are not truly words unless an open heart that understands”
“Let sentences go not without the solid withstand”
We are Poet’s and our words being character as our caravan.
please do not entice me
with an offer so grand
that you will regret
the moment that you present it
for I am weak
and the mere slight communication
makes my blood boil;
not inducing anger
for our potential together
even though, we both know
your words are empty
and your offer
is all talk.
That sin excite me,sexual ego sex up.
When I fellate, I heaven'd on the earth.
Just like how player needed golden cup,
so do my body needed sexy girth.
Each morning I desire lolita's act.
Midday, I do search out for foreplay girl.
At dusk, with sexy worker, I react.
At night time only dirty bed my pearl.
But deadly hell fire belong I evermore.
Reward of sinners are but to pass on.
What profit shall I inbox when one more
earth I regain but lost eternal Bon.
In God's own kingdom, I shall put my head.
Let God's excite prevail my dirty bed.
A mind curious by step, sucking in streams of vitality
Grasping its journey..... Spirited by step
Oh, curiousity, spirit - placed before caution....
Stuck between one or the other, unmixed?
Only a singly misstep and its curiousty's mistake without prior consideration- you tumbled.
Rolled down, the wind knocked out of you!
Heaving, anxiety of dying......
Every single curious idea was lost in faultful recklessness