i love the smell of breath smoldered in alcohol, its sweet and warming, it makes sense until morning like most midnight performing involving you does, i love the way that words taste when their hot and misplaced coming from a mouth laced with hasty lies and replaced theighs, tonight you grab mine and I disguise my surprise, touching you back with dispise, you kiss me like youve done a thousand times, and i know you're not wanting any reply or goodbye, not tonight when you push and i gasp, things happening so fast that you might think youve been unsurpassed but my respect for you comes in dead last. "We have a weird relationship," but really you're giving me permission to ignore the suspicion that gathers when you lay me down for submission, your disposition is hungry and mad, fast and glad, things that don't make sense to a young lad like chad. maybe you know there will be pain in this lame game you play, everything to gain but nothing to maintain, you got it all worked out,  dont restrain, pay attention to the inhumane way he chooses to entertain his left brain, his **** busts a nut and a vein, sputtering to a stop like its gotta a sprain, but really its just a ******* puppy wishing it was a great dane.

Life
Snapshot moment
Love, laughter
Hidden whisky shots under silent
stars
Bare foot dancing on piano notes
cascading down from the roaring
sky
eyes, capturing mine in a rosy glow
of friendship, hardwood cool
against bare theighs
Fingers strong, firm, warm around mine
on my side, my leg, pulling warmth to the surface of cool skin
skin, knuckles grazing ribs
teeth nipping gently
quietly as she continued to talk
your kisses on my knuckles
soft, teasing tongue
Body heat pulsing under
bursting stars comets falling
into your eyes
leaning over me, pinning me
almost kissing me
cradling chin, cradling face, cradling body, cradling soul
Your heat, your lips soft
hair, fingers tangled in kitten hair
that brushes my lips, my lips
against neck
I couldn't help
my searching mouth, whispers confessions, want, desire, adventure, freedom, laughter
Life.

am I good enough for you mirror yet
am I pretty enough for you yet
no o ok
I have make-up and I dyed my hair
mirror am I good enough for you yet
am I pretty enough for you yet
no **** I thought that would do it
I guess not though
three years latter
I have a scared wrist
and scared theighs
mirror am I good enough for you yet
am I pretty I enough for you yet
no I guess not my skin is ugly
because you didn't accept me when I needed you to