Letter Passions

The soft smile is still present even after I close my eyes. Words are so easily used to manipulate, especially when dealing with a tired soul but when it comes to letters. Things are different. Spelling out emotions and happiness with the ink. The very ink that swims thorough my arteries, is a hard task.

I smile even in the dark. When one can no long quiet make out the words. I still do. Its okay because morning will come and my hands that used to shield is now spread open with desire.

Wake

Sing to me,
to me,
to me.
For I am lost. Meticulously
in the details
of this world.

It weighs down
on me with blinding words,
deafening actions,
and tasteless sounds.

I will never
apologize for my
soul that strives
just to be,
to be
to be

But I can’t escape
her, my alluring muse. For
I am just a simple single moiety
standing outside the gates of resting
trying to reach through.
Trying to grab a dream.

So instead
of more wondering,
I ask just to
please sing me
back to sleep,
to sleep,
to sleep.

Portishead

Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be a women
I just wanna be a woman.

Warms pumps scrambling to move away for her walk
Give me a reason be....

Just wanna be...Free.

Not going to stop her from being the man.
I just wanna be a women.
I wanna be so...so...So!

Treat me like a fucking women.

Laws of Force

Desire to the third power is life.
With no sure punishment for
sin, all is corruptable.

Force is the square root
of all evil. Causing
action to reaction to never equal
freedom!

Morning

She woke up early today, before daylight savings came drizzling into her bedroom. Lying with her eyes closed and body alive with fingers cupped between her thighs.

She still thinks about her. When will too soon no longer be too soon? She has no answer for that. Just because February’s tempest days is fading quickly into the background of her mind, does not wipe away anger or desire. Not completely anyways.

These momentary relapse will be the death of her some day, she thinks as she throws her head back and cums.

Buying happiness

Unable to see the thick black line that lies between wants verses needs. There no fleeing from the ordinary and popular world because they want to eat your soul. And you give it to them wanting only that blissful feeling of normality in return. The guarentee security is the blanket that smothers us in our sleep.

We are the regular customer of doing things out of habit. We are all victims. Playing tug of war with selling out vs. change while wading knee deep in our shallow superficiality.

Nothing to say

The bite was hard. She allowed herself to be bitten though. Couldn't help the slow spread of such potency. A reason why anger has thicken dangerously, so much more than before. Surrounding her, engulfing and pulling downward.

Angry.

Questions too scared to ask, silence will forever be heavy in her mouth. This cant be life, this cant be right, this cant me, there has got to be more. Feeling so unmask.

This shouldnt have hurt so much, it just shouldnt have...

Stupidity makes her world go round. Disappointment adds a nice touch.

Return

RETURN

O, my darling rose,
put on your milk-white gown. I want
you to come back quickly. For my
desire feeds on

your beauty. Each time I see your gown
I am made weak and happy. I too
blamed the Cyprian. Now I pray
she will not seek

revenge, but may she soon allow
you, to come to me
again: you whom of all women
I most desire.

Sappho

Bewitched body and soul

She is the dream in the world that comes crashing around. Blindly. closing her eyes to see. Her name whispered against the knife called lust as it fills the body with life and trust.

Each thrust, moan, and fuck compares nothing to the swallowing of her voice.

Leaving her scent in every breath she tastes. Fasination lingers around to wink at her frame of mind leaving her closed eyes moist.

Press Play

This isnt over baby, she wont believe a word they say. With eyes closed her heart cries. Whispers still lingers from last nights, and fingers still twitch from pause to stop to play. This song is for you says the empty sheets as the bed rocks and sways.

Running around the moans, floating above, and collapsing against the lips. Choking on empty air, none sense and incoherence. Counting the sips of lies as they pretend kiss. Tastes just like bliss.

Mistress

Maîtresse, embrasse-moi, baise-moi, serre-moi,
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie,
Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie,
Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n'a point de loi.


Mistress, embrace me, kiss me, hold me tight,
breath against breath, breath me life,
thousand and thousand kisses give me I beg you,
Love wants everything without condition, love has no law

Pain and Love

Letting her voice catch the wind to fly her love away. Will you let her voice reach your ears? Would you listen to it like it was a secret whispered between lovers laying under the sheets?

The moon falls as the sun rise, she is still awake. Too tired to sleep now a days. Scrambled voices float through her head pounding their opinions on the inside of her brain. She cries as her headache grows worst.

Sharpen notes pierce her skin like the pencil through her hands. Watching the blood seep into the carpet. Picking up the pain and folding it into a paper plane. Blow a little kiss and watch it fly, alongside her love.

Grey Skin

She was a statue carved in marble. A smooth mockery of perfection as her stone hand pressed and caressed the warm skin of yet another secret lover.

I am freezing. Or maybe it was my cracked heart.

Did the chill bother them? Would they leave like the rest? Be someone who couldn’t stand the cold? Her world was cracking and falling apart.

Sigh, Again.

And she fucking hated knowing it was always her fault.

Daydream

Her body craved more. Released pressure seeped down her knotted back and constricting chest, through the womb and out her slick sex.

Trembling snaked around her calves and thighs. Her state of being relax and opened maybe a little bit too wide, with her brain ready to be pulled out. Separation of body, heart and mind helps with unavoidable doubts.

She licked her lips like a she-wolf near a flock. Quick fucks always left her whorishly wanting more as she was left daydreaming for feminize fingers imitating a cock.

Swiming

It was her heart that the knife took as its victim. The culprit already another face in her sea of memories. The pain persistent with its lingers. Hidden just beyond the hills, pass the point where others can see.

Sweet liquor alleviate the symptoms and she whispers words so softly mimicking a saints prayer and writing words dark as her past sins.

Forgive me father?

She waits to find herself passed out against the cool linoleum floors yet again. Its unavoidable she knows this and yet...

So fragile but never on the outside. No never in front of pretty brown eyes. Her beautiful butterfly wings are always getting crushed in that L shaped net and yet...

Subconsciously hope without the acknowledgment, that there is no regret. Feel without realization only diving into temptation. Head first and naked.

She stop painting a clowns face on herself. Falling once more for the circus tricks, she promised never again. It was her heart that the knife took as the victim when once upon a time there was one that she truly thought adored.

Didnt want to add to sea of memories. The piranhas are already being over fed. But a part of her wanted to learning how to swim again.

Désirer de faire l'amour

Her name is the seduction
that rolls leisurely off the tongue
and floats into the air.

If vanity had a look
it would be seen through her eyes.
She is the temptress that whispers

poisonous words in the ears of idle minds,
so Lucifer can play easy.

Moment of thought

The darkness patronize her
Hiding forbidden skin from carnal gaze
As if the night was going to stop her
From indulging in her favorite habit
No time for her conscience to weaken her resolve
At this moment lust controls her world

Gray secrets

Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my innocence
In the fleeting half a second when it becomes visible

Darkness cups gently her body as we lay
Wicked films of lust from dreams
Tentatively brush against my mind in circles

Only when gray eyes close are I to play
With the moon bleeding on my hand
My fingers moves-neck, lips, breast, nipple

The room was silent with nothing to say
Cool windows watched down with stuffed ears
As I gaze in wonder and awe at beauty so simple

Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my evils
In the fleeing moments when its most visible

Fix

Kissing lips, burning flesh
Sweetens the already madden mess
Wipe away the blacked tar
And Take away the locks, the chains, the guards

Touching skins, shivering breaths
Addictions becomes beautiful obsessed
The bitterness that she bare and
away she takes her lonely,
her sadness, her hurt, and her hate

Past emotions

She took a dull knife and plunged into sadness
Envy, wrath, fury, lost self-control
Destruction, frustration, vexation, madness
Loneliness, depression, obsession, her soul
Annoyance, vexation, drowning in bitterness
With anguish, misery, sorrow, melancholy
Vulnerable, relieved, content, numbness
Woeful, heartsick, doleful, dreary