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
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.
My body is bound to these words, Swimming in sweet locution, Inked from head to toe I must find space for these expression. Not enough lines, Not enough paper, The ink somehow has gone dry.
There's an unsubtle wind blowing round houses, creeping its way into every nock and cranny threaten to blow it down. The rain slides down the roof blurring windows and flooding streets. Trees seems to be dancing joyful for the rain to feed their hollow bodies.