Feeling a stinging, sharp pain.
It's fitting perfectly, like a puzzle piece.
Who is it that is to blame?
Going faster and harder till both of us break,
going still, even if I freeze,
'cause, oh Lord, it really is for my sake.
All the fire inside of me,
the feeling only screaming, “Please,”
letting them out, letting them grow, letting them be.
He is all I ever wanted to achieve.
With him, the largest problems transform into relief.
What is it that is wrong with me
If you would allow I'll easily explain
There's a monster named depression
That is living inside my brain
A fierce warrior you can't defeat
Against happiness it'll always win
Happiness would be better off
To leave and never return again
Eliminating it's enemy emotions
My depression the last to remain
So that it can build a great kingdom
And live peacefully inside my brain
My depression I promise is loyal
It has sworn to never go away
At last my beautiful depression
I believe has come home to stay in
Come closer—
close enough that the air between us
forgets where it belongs.
I want to feel your warmth
answer mine,
your heartbeat finding its rhythm
against the wild beat in my chest.
No distance.
No careful words.
Just skin near skin,
breath tangled with breath,
and that dangerous silence
that happens when two bodies
already know what they want.
Your presence is a slow fire,
a pull I feel everywhere—
shoulder to shoulder,
chest to chest,
my body leaning into yours
like it has been waiting
for this moment all night.
Hold me until the room disappears.
Until the only language left
is the way we move closer,
again and again,
as if gravity itself
has chosen us.
Tonight,
let our bodies speak
in the deep, trembling language
of heat, hunger,
and wanting to be
as close as possible.
Darkness grows as the piano plays its song
skin first tasted, becomes
Insatiable & Ravenous.
Eyes turn glassy with a new addiction.
The piano beat slows down,
like the wind's sudden
change,
chasin' the grains of wheat.
What I want wanted
Is all that I want.
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Girls - girls in Calvin Klein
Thong girls, girls in pink purple
Red Red Red lace girls
Who sit silently in cars
Your windshield
Charm hitting rhythmically the wall
Chokes
Better
Judgement
Like
Victoria Secret lace going for Thirty-Five going for Thirty-Four surely no less than Thirty-Three million lives lost in sweat shops.
Shop Girls!
Sweat Girls!
Red girls in Red shops and Red cheeks
And pretty pink bits
In their pretty pink bits
All lace and want.
You want this delicate labour.
Of skin, of Cotton.
34D and it's made just for you.
This took eighteen years.
You'll find me in my panties drawer
When you like -
Our range is extraordinary.
Have you seen the peach? The clementine?
We don't really sell the pineapple, but you can take her for a spin if you're feeling a little naughty.
Wet baskets spill like the want of your beating wallet.
There once was a couple from Rundle
Who together we could only see double
Joined at the hip
We shouted a gip
"Christ, get a room for your muddle!"
Sautéed psalms of silver strong
Believing in youth as maturity soothes
It is as it should be in my heart
No longer obsessed with less
Teal tears baptize and bless
Lust all that fuss dismissed
Creating a fuchsia foundation
For a clean heart of love so artistic
Kisses create passionate pulsing poetry
Amethyst heart fails to be imperfect
Yet victorious gloriously worth it
All the waiting praying forsaking
Of the wrong one’s led to
Love’s lavender ladder
Where superior intimacy awaits
Baking basking in indigo intimacy
Singing heart hymns
Turquoise touches melting them
From one note into one song
That dotes strokes sings steams
Hotter than July’s jade dreams
Purple passion new yet old fashion
Perfectly imperfect and ravishing
Your ribs exploded.
Your lungs burst out.
Filled with the Venom.
Your childhood and trauma caused.
Yet.
I gently took your heart.
Then I ripped the skin off.
My throat, My thighs, My chest.
Your favorite parts of me.
To replace.
The nasty.
Horid.
Putrid.
Rotten flesh.
That filled your body for over a decade.
No questions asked.
When I ripped out my heart strings.
To attach to yours.
And you looked at me with disdain.
I continued to pull and tug at myself.
Even when i bled all over your floors.
And cried out in pain.
You watched.
You didn't answer.
You pointed at your scars.
You sighed.
You watched tears roll down my cheek.
We loathed eachother.
Then you ran to someone else.
Who had toxic waste and blood.
Dripping off their fangs.
And you gave them.
My healed flesh.
Ripped right off your body.
You looked back.
Only to see if I would be gullible enough.
To let you come back.
If you need more newely broken parts
Or
You needed to be healed
From her rotten ways.
Then your rotten flesh slowly became.
mine.
It began as nothing
just casual words
two strangers meeting
at the wrong time.
You were not my plan
nor I yours.
Love was never invited
yet it found a seat.
We resisted quietly
calling it friendship
denying the sparks
as anything but fire.
But hearts are stubborn
They bloom without permission
Ours became a story
never meant to happen.
The flowers bloom in the sunshine
As your love's appetite becomes mine
The soil settles down as it gets so wet
Your body absorbed my energy as it climaxed
The trees protect us from the heat of the air
Your kisses fulfilled my lust for you with a mighty stare
The moon starts to light up the sky at night
As we lie down together and hold each other tight
The morning dew makes the grass so, so green
As I lie intimately between your legs, while you cum in between
In the afternoon, we rest from the morning heat
The sexual arousal comes again as we lie between the sheets
The sunset amuses our eyes as it starts to go down
The night falls to perfection as we go another round.
Is there anything more beautiful than your touch?
As I watch you undress, I drown in your eyes.
The depth of feeling which pours from them
devours every inch of my skin.
Your hands have no need to caress me,
for your silent stare holds in its intensity.
Slowly each item of clothing is removed
and I catch the breath which escapes me.
You smile at my expression of desire
and adore my patience as I wait.
My breath catches in my throat
as my eyes connect with yours.
For a brief moment which lasts an eternity,
we’re one in our graceful, locked calm.
Such power in our silent embrace
overwhelms us with sensuous supremacy.
Our eyes water as we understand the depth
of the other's feeling, tingling with expectancy.
As I slowly brush your lips with mine,
gentle feathers of love fall in response.
Lost in each other's beautiful silence
we make love on the shore of our dreams.
Beautiful splendor takes over our souls
and we shower in orgasmic screams.
Mountain-Ana
A part of me ignores
The tranquility of disquise
A part of me that wishes to be part of you without compromise
A chord that can strum unison to our hearts
The Most intense feelings
Spawn from the instance of a flame
Creates Destroys and creates again
A song of beauty
Never written
Until then, At birth you are named
A song the birds know after a spring rain
Of fair a blue sky
Of fair a blanket of stars
I can always lie to myself
I can always wait
But then again I can always wait for a moment to arise
YOU SET MY HEART ON FIRE
WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME
MY SKIN STARTS BURNING
YOU CALL MY NAME AND
THE HEAT STARTS AT MY TOES
I GET ALL JUMPY AND NERVOUS
YOU SET MY HEART ON FIRE
THE NEARER YOU GET
THE FLAMES GET HOTTER
YOUR KISSES ARE A SLOW BURN
THAT CAUSES MY BRAIN TO MELT
MY THOUGHTS ARE ALL JUMBLED
I CAN NOT THINK OR SPEAK
MY TONGUE BECOMES INFLAMED
YOU SET MY HEART ON FIRE
Mama, I’ve finally met an honest man
He says he’s full of faults
He admits no way he can
NOT keep his lusting eyes off my body, and
figures I can’t possibly be interested in him…
And mama, he works two jobs while
taking care of his invalid parents
when they sleep, he runs errands
O, mama, I’ve fallen in love so madly
I want to give myself to him so badly
Don’t be fooled, dear. You’re just glad he
kind of reminds you of your last daddy
who, you may remember
~ they hauled away in a paddy*
______________________
*as in 'paddy-wagon'
SALMA
She was unlike your ordinary gal
She was classy pretty and petite
She had an ensnaring personality
She had all the sort curves so nice
She had me imagining quite a lot
She made me go gagas and gigaga
She was a bat to the co bi oriented
She loves me in her own unique way
She made me forgo alot in persuit
She made me yearn and long for her
She was content to my touch n feel
She is that girlie love never forgotten
She was all the essence of Angelica
She was an angel in human skin see
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