Heaven Cloud

I see you now, the flutter of a butterfly.
I chase you, To feel, to lose,

You are in my sight, Open the gate, I follow through and into you. My longing for you, My belonging to you. For what magic is this that consumes me so…

Dizzy and daydreamt, the fire that is you. Your scorching presence lingers and writhes, burning and engulfing the emptiness I feel.

Controlling and out of control, With fiery hands you grasp. Cradling me in your embrace of flame. My eternal sun.

The bringer of light into my life.
The heaven and hell that is love.

Maurice Cross

Loveless, eternal

With blackened wings, you soar into my bein. Piercing my very soul, Left empty and bleeding. What is this haunting you bring upon me? Swift and sure as darkness wreaks.

Becoming hollow and devoid. Thrust evil upon me no more, Sweet and foul daemon, Leave of what remains of me.

Silence is not becoming. Though absent you have become in presence, forever tainted I will be. Impossible is victory for what will can defeat this...

Loveless, eternal.



Maurice Cross

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

Kissing you is...

intense

A decade

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

Amy Lowell

Cut the ribbons

Breath. Under my skin. Through out our bodies, against one another. Smile. Beautiful. Warm. Laughing at the feeling again. Listening to the world with cotton ears except her affectionate hums. Trying to control herself but is so torn.

Quivering breath drys out her mouth. Exhale, inhale then hold.

But she dont care. All she has to do is remember to breath and not to run. To breath and not to run.

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.

Complicated thoughts smiles at the wind as it caressed scratches on each rough elbow and foot. Come on and make a wish torn between the two. Dont want to see. Might be her twisted mind she think is paradise.

daydream

My mind is fluid with her face lightly gliding across the surface. I must be daydreaming again.

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.

momentary fix

She wanna be addicted. Needing, shaking inside lustful bones. Rolling in heat for the things unsaid but needing to do. There has never been another so potent, fire in she blood. Tangled sheets and sweet heat.

Her words were reassuring and softly spoking. I love u said the moon but the sky is my heaven. Find me on one of the island of stars. In my loneiness, I will wait for you.

Goodbye

My hands are broken. And just my luck you become my center when i spin away. I cry as the pieces swirl. I am dizzy but still I cant stay. I wish this pain would become my butterfly so that saying goodbye it wont hurt as much, when I turn around to wave.

Kissing Sin

Her mouth tasted hollow from all the empty truths and half lies. Indulging me, only because she couldnt be alone, shouldnt be alone, wouldnt be along

Kissing stopped the asking. Why did you do it again?

You should have known her eyes said as sinned lips closed in on mine.

a picture thought moment

Nobody whispers her name better than sinned stained lips. But her secrets are only for night ears. She flees before morning with a fond smile. Remembering how lust was very pretty last night with lovely eyes, dark sense of humor, and soft laugh.

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

The Aneresick Pianoist

Such lovely piano hands. Smooth ridged bones key the soothing melody of my starving desire. Bathing me in pure thinspiration. I am your biggest fan, oh lovely piano hands.

Dont tap on the glass please and dont Cut my heart open

Her tongue was such a sharp knife. She loved running the dull side of the blade down her pane. All the while tapping the clit clack of her moans in sync to her pouring rain.

Razor blade shouldn't be played with, especially near such one with such an unknown glass. She may get the urge to draw heart on the skin with her warm breath. Though its starting to crack.

Grey tape can fix anything because she knew she will never learns to stop tapping on the past.

Time

She died last night. Or was it this morning? The headache knocking at her skull says it was yesterday evening. With an inhale and a swallow she knew she was dreaming.

Her head is in mourning because of it. Every second was ticking a minute faster than it should. She tried to hang on to the praying hands when they came together at midnight up high and six thirty below. By this time the slurring made it hard for her to be understood.

What was the point of waiting when all she had to do was blink. Patterns of the drifting leaves looked that same as they did last fall. Blink. The wind smell the same. Like dead grass.

Was she asleep?

Mudlove Glue

She was born from a union broken, drowned, and rushed. Pushed through a baby gap of a young mistake. What could have been in the future, a birth done on the white sheets of love, was soiled with the mud of too soon undeveloped feuding blood.

Her and She and He. The present is a gift and she just want to be. Remember her not as the freaky lesbian daughter. For the past is meant to be left behind her as she arches and marches forward searching for her mate, to master and to bait. In order for her to finally cum.

Her spirit is meant to be give to one and only one. But her body tends to get lost in the mix. Searching through many faces, fingers, pleasure and feelings. Her mud is the glue that connects their hearts to others when she is done breaking it.