Loves CircleWe love and we lose but our hearts never learn the affection of others we constantly yearn For the touch of a hand and warming embrace the taste of their lips the smile on their face Enlightens our souls and lifts spirits high makes stomachs do backflips and brings life to eyes that see beauty within the real person inside who’s inner most feelings in you they confide if they no longer love you your heart they give back now tired and withered and starting to crack as it tries to curtail all its sorrow and pain whilst healing itself to be loved once again
On ReflectionIt’s never been a lot to ask Just simple love is all A gentle kiss, a hand to hold Two arms if I should fall. Sometimes I become insecure And gaze at my reflection Perhaps my age or gray hair Has lessened your affection My passion is a roaring flame Which hungers now for fuel? To ignite something passable For a romance good and true; I want that, do you?
Fallen LeavesYou should wear your worries for clothes this autumn, fashioned from fallen leaves. Then I could be the wind brushing up your skirt, scattering those insecurities until you’re completely naked. Until you’ve never felt more beautiful
JealousyIndifference wailed, banging on jealousy’s door “Do my eyes deceive me? Stop, please I beseech thee” Distraught, defeated Parting their separate ways Jealousy began its reign in its place Iron fist and a dictated rule Overthrow? Then you are a fool A plague, the Black Death, Love diminished, rage and hate grew Virtuous traits gone, all but a few Fortune is merciless, no one knew The extent of damage that jealousy can do.
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To have someone throw you against the bed and rip your clothes off as you move your body to the rhythm of there’s. To have your back clawed and your lips crushed as your tongue is ferociously stolen from your mouth as your lips are bit. Your bodies moving in a rough beat, your hearts pumping fast as all you can focus on is how bad you want them. You yank their hair to pull their face closer as you strongly spread their legs to get between them and lower you yourself quickly to begin the process of making them moan with pleasure. You, grabbing their waist begging for more, your eyes closed, moving your hips, you want nothing more but for the pleasure to never stop. Right when you climax they pull you in deeper. And the cycle continues until both of your bodies are drenched in sweat and muscle aching from exhaustion.
Before my heart dreamt of your touch. My soul ached for your
If I close my eyes, I can hear the waves crash against my ribs. You once told me my love that I had an ocean in my soul, with dark depths that no human could ever reach, but the real sea lies between us in this cold, unforgiving bed.
I try to reach for you within my dreams, but the current sweeps me away. Pulling me farther, farther away from your glittering shores.
Each time I think of you I am blinded by the blazing sunset. I wonder if you ever try to swim to me.
I open my eyes and lightning flashes across my skies; I can feel the breeze of the oncoming storm. The ghosts of lost loves tell me that I should turn back, but I have come too far. I stand tall against the winds because you must know, you are the storm I am willing to weather.
I once dreamed of endless horizons
Colored by Caribbean sunsets
Now I close my eyes and fill my nights
Tirelessly making love to you
The imagined journeys to foreign lands
With exotic foods and new friends
Cannot compare to the passion that
Erupts from our bodies’ molten cores
If I could I would turn back time
And promise you a new beginning…
Late at night, when the poet is satisfied with the silence that comes after putting pen to paper, He takes a walk in the moonlight.
I want to taste you
bringing shivers to your spine
in delicate ways
A Letter to The Wind..
I know you’re out there somewhere. Perhaps you are alone, or perhaps someone else’s arms are keeping you warm, but you are lonely still, and so are they. Could you be lonely for me. If ever you are to read this letter then you will no longer feel that ache, because we will have found each other, but in case the world is as awful as I fear it may be, I still need to write this while I wait.. Though we have never met my skin already knows yours, my fingers are already shaped to fit your own, our hearts already beat in time. I believe we were together once perhaps in another life, and we will meet again, but until that time I am longing for you endlessly. I hope that you are searching too. I hope that when you see the stars some part of you remembers that I am seeing them too. I hope that when the wind touches your face just so, you can feel my warmth in it. I don’t want to wait anymore, love. The road is long and I don’t want to take another step without you. I want to walk together, to carry each other. I know we will have our time, but every second that passes becomes another that could have been ours. I know I am keeping you waiting too long as well, and I’m sorry. Our life together will make up for our time apart. Until then I promise I am looking for you ceaselessly. Please hold on to that, and try to send me some patience as I send you some now. I will see you soon, love, and with every breathe until then I will keep you in my heart.
Her life has been a downward spiral for as long as I can remember. I remember one time in particular she had hit rock bottom. She had been racked with depression for months. Life had beaten her down to the point that she couldn’t get back up. Everything she once had was lost. She was in hell with only solitude as her only companion. She was a poor soul lost in her insanity. She cried till she was empty and collapsed on the floor. She looked up and asked god “Why am I broken?” She sat for hours and hours head slumped against the wall with listless eyes. She demanded a reason for how her life turned out this way. After what seemed like days, her words were met with silence. She angrily cursed god and screamed “WHY WON’T YOU FIX ME?” until her voice was hoarse and she couldn’t utter another word. Watching her lay there I realized this fragile creature has been shattered far too many times to count. There is nothing left but broken pieces of what once was a beautiful soul. Pieces that are maybe beyond repair.
Where doth one go to seek solace from thee
Must one voyage distant mountains or seas
One fears that one’s lover doth not foresee,
the growing fiend in thou heart, thou disease.
The demise of one’s faith is nigh collapsed.
Ashes rise from the depths of one’s own heart
that slowly, slowly meets the terror’s lapse
of losing one’s love through destiny’s part.
Where doth the bird fly when seeking comfort
Where doth the angel weep when he can’t sing
Perhaps one must build one’s own mighty fort,
where one shall wait for what destiny will bring.
Thee must bid one’s escape from thou hands,
For one needs rebirth in more tranquil lands.