"plessure" poems
The sweat from her skin but a creation of passion.
In the rapture of plessure no prisoners taken.
Rage made passion, plessure made the moment.
Inside from the storm the encounter was torment of the best kind.
The bed creaked as a ****** end would only inspire more vivid
desires.
More than *** was a moment of two bodies colliding
on the plessure cast road to release.
Flesh meeting and all false manners cast aside
the primal motives always kick in.
Her body was a shared experience theater for
of a wicked plessure.
Her skin pure in such a jaded since.
Tommorow would the moment be lost in some sort
of awkward rythm of stillness.
Two stranger's who need reason to meet.
Or would the true self speak above the moral code.
The drink of life I so wish to drown within tonight.
Naked thoughts bared scars.
We would venture back to circles her's would view her
a ***** for knowing happiness.
And mine would yern to only hear of conquest but
see in mirror and dream with deaf ear.
It was a plessure to embrace chaos.
So may we drown togather again.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC
As a canvas of naked beathy I trace every curve loving every moment when her sweet skin is pressed against
mine.
Her moans A music to fill the darkness of a passion filled night.
Kissing lips tasting the sweetness of desire her body the vesssel of my love.
Inside the softness are plessure building her love free as inside her i drive myself
yerning for this moment to never end.
Love is eternal *** is a action that only brings us togather as one.
A storm of emotions and a valley of plessure as we explore are bodys
togather one night of many of a eternal passion.
Her legs around my waist back against the wall bodys apart souls togather.
her plessure my passion sweat laced slumber as togather we came.
as in gentle slumber i brush her hair aside from her neck.
marvle at my angel so sweet within my arms.
As she turns to me looking so deeply beyond all i am not.
And seeing her lover and her friend she takes my inside her
as we make love through the nights plessure casting aside the past and its
pain.
In her eyes I see all that I never knew i could be.
Her eyes that touch my soul and melt the flesh.
Words unspoken her body so perfect as if made for my arms.
This night eternal you've cast over every day.
Julie Elizbeth Robbins.
You know the ocean of my soul and it yerns for you to forever stay.
I could never say everything you are to me Jules.
are road has been long but all I know is that.
you are my passion and the life blood to my soul.
For we know what other's few ever will
love eternal babydoll John.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 12:13 PM UTC
Frozen was the ground warm was the flesh.
A total whiteout.
Yet not a single curve was missed through
such thin mesh.
She spoke frozen in the moment
to every word she said.
So cold was the night.
Warm was the bed.
Deep within passion written with
with a kiss.
Warmth cannot be ignored.
Even on a snow covered night like this.
Snow drifts slowley as i view
the moon's light illuminate your
silhouette as across the room you slowley walk.
Confessions in the key of plessure
with such gentle pillow talk.
Ice cicles and love bites.
Memories etched deeply within are hearts.
From these lovesick nights.
And as snow does melt.
We will not question every little word said.
Just cheerish the moments.
When cold was the night.
And warm was the bed.
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 2:54 AM UTC
I'll leave my resolution as she leaves her
tight black dress apon the floor.
In passion of a ***** tinted kiss.
we'll forget the times to follow if only
in are trainwreck splendor.
Two souls thirsting for contact.
Tearing at one another like children unwrapping
gifts from under the tree.
Plessure is a dream togather were caught willing
victims of a lost night and a years end.
As tommorows starts a year's slow decline.
In her eyes I need only a glimpse to recall.
The madness that was in the streets we
stole a nights most simple plessure.
A private partys afterglow is such a bittersweet
tressure we'll recall togather.
In the velvet of a embrace more than skin did connect.
Within thoose eye's the embers of that private
party for a breif moment does reflect.
As traces of reallity plague the return of the following
day.
One kiss tasting of devilish remorse I caught a whisper of love
But in a shallow moments thought just watched it
walk away.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
Fond memories caught within a sound swirl like smoke rings
in my mind.
Dancing in the shadows of a empty floor.
Closed we are in thoughts times of past need to return.
She questions my words but I answer so very true.
Were actors in the play so overdue to end.
Bottles reflect a glimmer of a feeling I can no longer pretend.
the record skips only to repeat again.
The windows show another broken try,
Forclose the madness happiness for sale if you understand the lie.
I found it a chore not a plessure to speak.
Were togather in misery told to create yet persecuted
in the whim of another.
Broken are the bounds I found nothing to hold true.
The butcher takes the pen the writer has only to breath
to create.
Fight but what of the battle and its failure to end?
The storm has started
But ive gone inside a viewer to the insanity I refuse to play.
Sometimes you have to wipe the slate clean to start new.
The sound tells of a place I no longer wish to recall.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 10:41 AM UTC
Bottles in brown bags clutter along the fence.
the citys inner chambers call to me even now.
The human relics the walking forgotten beaten by life.
The gutters tressures collect the remains
of another misspent night.
The air smells of treachery a tinge of regret.
Why she huants my heart a flawless escape.
we can leave but we take that moments sealed plessure.
Silk encounters hash pavment of a empty embrace.
The old fool who's birthday he relives
only in hope for change.
I celebrate the ignored embracethe strange.
I wonder do young lovers dreams sail
out into that skyline eternal and free.
Or crash into reallitys rocks.
Leaving them jaded and bitter as me?
The bottle the lips you know better
than the once warm flesh.
Would she reconize the monster.
Or see the sad and helpless mess.
Apon the steps a bottle between perfect strangers and new
best friends.
Passed thoughts lost moments.
A busy streetlight on a empty road.
The hopeless and the charmed exist ina strange harmony
of the citys strange and beautiful tune.
I wonder will I ever know you again?
The angel with demonic lust.
Dreams are a blessing the curse is
only to pretend.
Farwell midnight hello darkness
dusk and sunsets of a yerning heart.
Apon that bench by the the water.
Watching the paper lanterns glow.
As in lost souls they so peacefully depart.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
After the smoke clears from this room.
Will question why.
As you push ME into the depths.
As I lifted you from your self appointed gloom.
So take his hand cause happiness has another
name.
You can close your eye's.
but it's never the same.
Can we ever forget that which we did
not understand.
you hide the pain.
But secrets dig into your soul
like barbwire in hand.
She ran with what wasnt supposed to be.
Sweet suduction it was in such devlish fun.
To bad it was so very clear to all but me.
Under covers bodies without thought collide
locked in the passion of night.
Taking flustrations out in plessure.
You appear as a vision get your fix then vanish from sight.
Cheating the heart fractrued given to two.
You question with lies.
As I yern to hold the woman I belive is you.
And so I exist in a mystery only you can
solve.
im the ***** secret across the tracks.
The dirt underfoot in which my heart does revolve.
If only the feeling could last.
I question while off to another.
Would you stay it was you fading with the past.
Worn from it's trappings you crawl.
Wash away the truth.
Confession of pillow talk that
seep into the wall.
So is the story of the confussed woamn who
fractured her heart over two.
And the man who only did thirst for the
one he thought he knew
Nov 26, 2009
Nov 26, 2009 at 3:12 PM UTC
Poison was the taste so wicked the pleasures shared my dear .
You were the best poison sampled in a nocturnal desire all is dead .
Let the pain bring the pleasures of guilt a tattered memory of my most wicked design.
When flesh is your vice will you not drown in the darkest waters as I have so easily drown within you.?
Her love was a fix.
Her passion reeked of ****** and I fell victim as so many other's before.
**** me in pains plessure to erase my regrets she begged of me from the confines of a already empty bed.
Nothing to fill the void.
May are darkness be shared my little girl .
Why can't you see the games never revolved around you but merely absorbed you as all the rest.
If only we understood the pains pleasure maybe as strangers we could **** as we do the ones best kept secret within hates plain sight.
I am the edge of the most evil design.
Poison your kiss and forever it lingers to this fool's thirst.
Have are secrets simply grown into a existence all there own?
Carve are pleasures I see its passion deeply within your eyes
Tonight was a regret tomorrow a forgotten tune left to die as my soul apart.
Do we question are likes or simply take them as fools and allow them to fade?
My demon need's no slumber within my nightmares existence .
Sweetheart did you dig only to find a little fractured side of yourself?
Are lives are toxic I loved the pain you so easily did embrace as of leftover conquests sweat smells of truths we ourselves can no longer embrace .
The door is closed as the belt around your neck.
We together are poisons pleasure how tragic this night with others we did waste.
As misery always seems to embrace only regret.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
And the scars you call sovaneirs that mark your
arms and haunt your dreams.
The canvas tattred at times.
belongs to a tortured artist it seems.
Beatings breed the monster none will ever know.
Cast into the emptyness as a child.
Cries fell apon deaf ears screams in need of a direction
to go.
No photos or memories past do I
tressure.
the outcast understands the truth.
And does reside with the pain of plessure.
And the wicked will always find.
A subject so innocent.
For the weak are always left behind.
Blood apon the hands secrets eat at the soul
like a cancer.
Insanity has no reason.
Questions are asked for which i have no answer.
From chaos ive risen to bury that ghost.
Taken a form of a clown.
trapped within a prison this shell is but
a tempary host.
underneath the laugther it always does exist.
Passed of in conversations
Im fine I always insist.
It's no worry it's only a part time
lessure.
In the emptyness of my darkend soul.
I know the true pain of plessure.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
Back roads like my image seem destined for only past reflection for ive burnt the image within the depths
of a dirrty song and a broken soul.
Track marks warm feeling can you embrace my day eternal and gather my sense for just one more write.
Can i hold it togather just for one more night?
Im sorry i cant speak within these confines lets give madness a manic spin in a shallow crowd.
As a dim lit room the wine will flow sangria's fire can you replace that which I no longer control?
It used to be freedom now it only is a action like some trained monkey or circus animal i know the routine but never do i thrive as once i did befor.
As for passion it's as dead as my voice that echos within this tomb.
Do you know what it is to die twice.?
I never did thirst for the norm and now im overwhelmed by rejection it's so very hard to run on junkies leg's.
Page I can only spoil your plessure for the well has went dry leaving only a fool with a tin cup to die of thirst beside you.
Another summers play ive passed more thoughts unwritten to a audience of stars .
When words dont connect there simply empty call's apon the wind.
But a fools yerning is but a role and this play has been cast for another.
I hope you understand that which makes me only question in a paranoid late night haze.
The nightwatch no longer my own time has come for me to step aside.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
It's like a distant call of a well known ghost.
Change breath's heavy apon the wind.
She yerns to know the other end of rejection.
Two broke souls rich in the passion of a uncertin day.
No money can touch that excitment of just what comes next.
Sweet mercey we exist on a favor we cant repay.
A old radio and room no bigger than postage stamp.
***** windows give the best moonlit visions indeed.
Five star dream's I'll take a greezy burger and cold beer
my hand inbetween her thighs.
Her eye's speak the direction we shall take.
A devilish grin a twisted snake of plessure
leading to a old bed's dusty retreat.
But millions can't taste this moment.
Inside her plessure I grasp a key turned towards
the locked vessel to which she does give.
My nights are rich in splendor.
And a endless river in thought.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
To know more than the plessures of a nights collision.
Twisted is the tangle in the blindness of passion
it absorbs into the night.
Far beyond actions and simple passion of a night shared.
The scent of its plessure makes thoughts subside.
As she does tease the senses we are brought down
to the ways of children begging for release.
To know passion and embrace the moment
she will not understand.
Dreamers cannot fathom its pure reallity.
Laced in love so ****** up from life.
Gentle are the velvet edges tender as
the surgeons knife.
When it ends maybe tommorow it shall begin.
To feel it's fire only to be tormented by it's cold.
The beauty of a violent release flustration
in arms of regret does reside.
The sounds of echo of torments plessure.
The true voice we were so unwilling to admit.
As in the are madness sanity is but a glimmer of light.
As held tightley two bodies rest weary.
Cast a jaded view of love of a immortal
apon this soon to be forgotten night.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC
As in the tears light does escape in the darkest fear.
Pleading in silence yerning for the departure of my soon
lost mind.
Why we we must travle a road only to see it's end.
The path unsure requires a steady broken soul.
My emptyness know great depth.
A game of life a promise of death.
Behind laughter pain does exist.
Another night escapes me one of many regrets.
The wind a companion the road a void of nights
gentle embrace.
Ive searched for a reason tangled in the traps of
agony's plessure cast dellusion.
A snow globe heart awaits its fatal dance
with the floor.
In the arms of passion we feel the wrath of
times bitter truth.
I am the clowns washed clean face.
Ive serched for a depth.
To find a poets soul ive found not a trace.
I struggle to resist.
She drops the glass as it breaks apon a slab floor.
No longer the clown do I see.
One pull and tommorows painting will be erased.
From a spark of pure creation and a fatal destruction.
Into a night a end of my choosing.
Maybe we knew the past was soon to be are end.
Heart's like all things bleeding easily betray.
For only clocks and urns apon the mantle were ment to stay.
In choosing this path it sets a page blank.
Allowing many to read that which was never seen.
In darkness the mystery leaves little light.
So as we toast to a suicide.
The trigger is pulled.
A ****** up sesibility is matched
only by a cryptic verse.
As in chains we exist trapped in soul
lost within the mind.
Sunsets in red oceans of passions failure
no longer free to the laugther trapped within
my head.
The soon to be forgotten fade.
As in the depths we chase demons of are own creation
shallow in thought.
Washed in tommorows legend and dried
by reallty's ever changing truth.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
She looked to me as child to understanding teacher.
I needed not to speak just the nod spoke all that was needed to say.
The razor met tender flesh as her eye's spoke the true plessure of the sting.
The crimsom trail traced her arm leaving bliss and regret washed clean.
She carved the words so gracfully into her arm her pain gave the passion
to my wicked fire.
She yerned to please and I to embrace the darkness that I pulled from her light.
Such a stupid creature can they not understand there is no true understanding.
Campassion is a tide of emotional ***** left in a gutter of despair.
Teenage agony did he hurt you to bury your tears in tormented scar and
faded composition book.
The sheep was struck by the snake and found shellter in arm's of the wolf.
Deeepr my dear I comanded erase the memory my smile hidden
cast a shadow over my evil cloud of soul.
Deeper bleed the pain in a moments fatal embrace.
Her eye's met with tears and faded slowley as the **** was sliced how sweet
death a beauty I do adore.
The word cast a scar and a final statement inwhich I did and will never embrace again.
Love cast a crimson pool canndle lit chaos she died a angel in demons splendor.
As I stood above her viewing the art of her demise.
I read the word carved so deeply in her flesh.
And after the release of a fire to nothing i had to reflect.
Kissing thoose lifeless lips my smile embraced light.
My stupid sweet girl when will you learn.
Love sometimes is so very lethal as well as messy.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
When you scatter your truths you bury your reason.
Every word was a fracture she pained to meet my gaze.
It was then I knew the truths she had denied.
We are but dreams void of thought.
Creatures seeking approval yet swimming in rejection.
Night I embrace you alone in thought.
When pain is certain plessure must become
a nightmare for i feel nothing in the hours in which i write.
My hollow thoughts just a means to reflect reason.
Ive found friends are but a nice thought to which I cannot remember.
the end is near.
For within her eye's I see the face held close not my own.
And the regret of a man standing befor her.
Sometimes the best path is one we walk alone.
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
We can have many but none
will ever erase that first.
Barbwire confessions
In a dessert in a moment of passion she did quench
my thirst.
And so with any plessure must come the pain.
A broken heart spreads like a infection.
Simple memories washed clean by the summers rain.
I wonder only night and day.
Pretend to think beyond a moments reflection.
But still my heart does betray.
As teens stumble through awkward moments
yerning for that unspoken feeling with a intense burst
they fall in and out of that trademark emotion.
Forgetting the last only to recall that first.
Im speaking about more than action.
Seldom do we admit the innocence.
Hide the truth and flaunt satisfaction.
Tainted is the blood in the kiss.
Time holds its portrait.
Dark was that night but never dark as this.
I confess i loved you eternal.
As i treated you the worst.
forever in confines sweet and bitter.
Burried in emotions in honor of that first.
Nov 1, 2009
Nov 1, 2009 at 8:52 PM UTC
i steal glances from you..
and you steal glances from her..
and it's a cycle i'm torturing myself to.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
Its crazy, I miss her even though i dont know her
Or maybe, its beyond sight to adore her.
These feelings felt proper..
The first time i saw her, i felt a little shy.
Thinking on her dazzling beauty my dreams will lay.
No lie, its a feeling no one can deny.
(Deep inside so hard to hide)
Her presence filled my sights plessure,
rocking my body like a siezure.
She was beautiful......(sigh)
A dazzle like a candle
A puzzle i cant help bt handle
A simple gaze, a tremor of frenzy
Now its a maze, a little bit crazy.
With a shoulder glance i so her come and go
I wondered why i didnt introduce myself before
As she politely approached my jaw fell in awe
Thinking, angels are beautiful bt she was a little bit more.
Just a while, she approached with an exceptional smile,
Specially organised with a casual style.
She laughed with a little grin, and said her that name was maureen.
I thought she was jokin', bt nothing had to be proven on her tender voice and the words she had spoken.
Though it was a short conversation it didnt matter
Because from that moment i had an endless fantasy chatter.
We where neighbors and that made it better
In the end, I hope we where ment to be together.
She was perfect in everyway
I wished i would see her everyday.
I found everything about her so appealing,
but
I had no way of telling her what i was feeling.
One thing i still wonder, is that God gave her everything except my number.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Let me burn
I want to parish
Nothing worse than living
Take my life and end my suffering
Living in a dark hole
Cant sleep and cant react
Death for me is pleasure
I love the touch of a knife stabbing my heart to bleed.
Black is my new color
Darkness is my new plessure
Depression we live together
Nothing can seperate us
Nobody understands us
Hello death
Goodbye life
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC