You are a prayer made
of soft flesh
and a sin made
of sweet velvet
and a lust made
of whisperd dreams
and a love made
out of you
and I want to feel all of it
wash over me
and trap me
in the hour of eternity
and the flowers blooming
between your hips
and grind me down
and push me onto my knees
and tease my eager tounge
with a taste of the garden
and the stars you keep hidden
beneath the surface
of your skin
where I am consumed
by a prayer made
of soft flesh
and a sin made
of sweet velvet
and I die in a lust made
of whisperd dreams
time and time again
in this love made
out of you

He found her at the end of a river of tears and at the beginning of a sea of grief where she sat quitely sifting through the sands for dead and broken dreams and she would mend the wounds and breath life back into each with a drop of blood and a gentle whisperd wish and they would float away to the empty sky and hang there like starfish painted by a childs dream

He ran his fingers over the sheets were she had laid down the last night she had slept in his bed and he wept uncontrollably and he rembered everytime they had touched and kissed and tangled limbs and wove in and out and over and under each other.  He remembered being caught off guard as she walked through the door and he felt the world stop and time freeze and he knew somehow and someway she was the one and through random acts of luck she took his hand and they walked out into the night.  At one point a complete stranger observing them asked how long they had been married and they both laughed and she lied and made up a number.  Everything moved in slow motion blurs as their hearts raced in sync and she lead him into the hours between dreams and love and sat him down on her couch.  He remembered their first kiss full of hunger and lust and the promise of hope and how each time their mouths parted clothes slowly peeled onto the floor.  He could still feel her breath on his neck and how even on that first night she wasn't just entwined with his flesh but had slide into the skin of his heart and buried herself into the marrow of his soul.  She had the tragic grace of beauty and a melancholy magic in the curves of her smile.  They both knew before the sun broke through the slight crack in the drapes that they had fallen deep into the madness of love.  
He remembered everything, her every scar, her every story, her every wild whimsy, the hours apart,  the moments together.  The Valentines day at the cheap motel with the heart shaped tub and the chaos and mayhem in her eyes as they twisted and contorted limbs and whisperd and moaned in short breaths and quickened pulse.  
And now he sat in the bed that would always be empty of her and he traced the spot where her heart would never beat again and he wept clumsily as the image of her beneath soil and earth burned through all the places she had lived within him.  He cried ugly and heavy tears deep into the hour of moonlight and despair.  And he didn't have the strength to curse god or plead with the devil and he lacked the courage to pray for his own death.  The tears gathered into puddles and the puddles turned into lakes and slowly the room was an ocean of grief and he sank to the bottom of this sea of misery and there under the weight of these waters of sorrow she was waiting for him.  She was the blur of a dream and half mermaid and half hummingbird and all the lunacy of the moon bleed from her smile and before he could speak or move she pressed her finger to his lips and then slowly leaned in for a final kiss.  As there lips pressed together he felt her heart beat slide over his tounge and down his throat and fall into rhythm with his own.  She pulled away and slowly faded and a calm peace washed over him and slowly the sobs and tears stopped flowing and he fell into the hours between dreams and love where he knew he would always find her dancing madly in the black flames of eternity.

He was trapped between
her chocolate colored eyes
and her love flavored lips
and he just wanted a taste
of her heavenly bliss
and the soft cream porcelain skin
that coverd her hips
and the top of her thighs
and white milky *******
and thought of tracing
her curves with his fingers
and parting her flower
with the tip of his tounge
made his pulse quicken
and his blood pump hard
and he was helpless
to the desire burning
into his heart
and he seeped and he stroked
and he whisperd her name
that fell from his mouth
like a prayer to the muse of lust
and repeating her name
again and again
until with the long slow syllables in a moan
he stained his sheets with streaks
like stars in the sky
and he then fell into a dream
that tasted of chocolate and love

She was a composition sketch of his needs for love and wants of lust
the perfect dream of sea mist and honey drips
a kind gentle hand to hold and soothe broken bones and caress his heart
and a body of fire and sin to push his flesh through desperation and fill his mouth with eager hunger and spill the satisfaction of desire to soak deep into his skin
a painting tattooed under the skin of his soul and a song in the rhythm of his pulse
perfect beauty in the black and grey and white photograph
with dark secrets dancing in the mystery of her eyes
and the art of seduction seeping from the curves of her lips
and he was lost between the reality that he would never know the bliss of licking the poison off her lips
and the indulgence of letting his imagination print films of love
and forever tangled with thier bodies
as they tumbled and fell between sheets of lust and pillows of sweet whisperd words and he sketched her name and wondered if he was real or was he just made up of words from someones imagination

She was the soft spot of a dream
the cherry at the end of the stem
on top off a whipped cloud of lush lust
and whisperd desire
the sticky and the sweet and the drip
of the blood of honey  
the fire of temptation dancing in the devils tounge
the promise of heavenly pleasure
hiding in an angels lips
the kiss of poisoned silk from a spindle lost in time
that stitched forever to tragedy to loss to love to eternity