My dreams float into reality where your face is so close to mine I reach out to grace your lips. But Time has chained me to the wall, not ready for me to skip ahead. I must let the seconds pass, the hours grow, the days blend, till Time is ready to release me. So … Continue reading Time
The taste of his lips pales in comparison of how you used to bite me. How your callous hands wrapped around my neck. Your animalistic growl in my ear. I'd bleed again if only you asked me too.
The air is thick in the presents of you. Nerves shot to hell And there never seems to be enough Time, Her wicked game Makes Love bow to his needs in prayer Hoping to gain more Time, She's a fickled girl Giving Love a chase, Though all too quickly the sands have stopped dropping for … Continue reading You, Time, Love
Echo of a heartbeat Ticks, Ticks, Ticks, Like the click of a watch Passing the time for the wound to heal. Left standing Open, vulnerable A fool once more And you can only blame yourself For falling for the promised lies Those brown eyes glided in deception That poisoned smile His beautiful imperfections Hiding the … Continue reading Thy Broken Heart
There are blank spaces in the future of my memory. In the milestones I want to share with you. In our bed for two waits a lone soul reaching out-- trying to find its missing half. There can be no Eve without Adam, no light without dark, no moon without the wolf-- to howl in … Continue reading Without
I want to feel his lips on mine, His tongue at my neck and his teeth on my breasts. While the animal inside rages the child within hides. Sensory. I love the way he elicits this animal behavior from me. It's been a while since I've felt wanted-- Needed, Craved for. Sensory. I want to … Continue reading Sensory
The air is leaving my lungs Faster than I can breathe it in. What a pity this life has lived, Nothing but follow the rules and kept their heads down. Where is the passion? The love, The colors, The sex. Where is the good and the bad? Defiant roles, and bravehearts. Charming princes and damaged … Continue reading Pitiful Living
For the third night in a row Tony sat in the corner of the living room typing away random facts that popped into her mind. She didn’t care how late it was or how much damaged the low glow of the screen light did to her eyes. She was restless… is restless. Tapping away … Continue reading Getting Used To
Finding oneself is a difficult task I must admit. What's challenging about it is trying to figure what the hell you're supposed to do. There's also trying to figure out what is significant when you learn something new about yourself. So far I've learned: 1. I don't like plain Hersey kisses 2. I enjoy driving … Continue reading Finding Me
Filling the space between my teeth Where you used to be. Your kisses spark, Leaving embers on my lips. A feeling of missing you Creeps slowly over me. Left with the smudges of our kisses, My pride a forgotten piece.