Month: December 2014

The Shy Moonlit Sky.

We’ll walk together;
beneath a moonlit sky,
My cheeks will blush and
i’ll be shy,
just us alone, a gal and
guy,
we’ll chat away through the
mindful night.
The shadows will move as
The time does fly,
as we talk of the things,
That make us cry,
we
will
not
lie.
In a pool of water reflecting the light,
We’ll search with hope,
as we scry,
in search for a life
Where we’re free from strife,
And forever asking why.
But time will fly,
Upon the sands of change we lie,
looking up at a moonlit sky,
fingers touching
As we whisper
goodbye.

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Whatever!

It’s love,
That makes me sorry,
Love that makes me care,
Love that makes me worry
Love that makes me share.
Love that brings me here
Love that makes me feel
love that keeps you near
and love that has me question
whether any of its real.

The soft Silence of Sensuality.

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The soft silence of sensuality.

Burning flames scatter through my soul

searching for answers,

nobody knows.

Fear etched into my stare

this is no time to show you care.

I want desire,

set my spirit on fire,

I want to feel

please, make this real,

fingers that dig into my skin,

perhaps

a

little

masturbating.

No thoughts, no thinking

let’s get kinky,

tear away my clothes,

strip me bare,

this really is no time to care.

Make me tingle

in

a

single,

lick of your tongue,

rub of your thumb.

Hold me,

feel me,

don’t let go

if only for a

second,

just so,

just so I can cum,

please,

for a moment be my sun.

Through the storm.

Crumbling walls fall down upon my broken wings.
Crimson tears stain my porcelain skin,
so many battles,
I cannot win.
The darkness dances through the shadows
Unseen
Untouched,
Scraping his claws across my flesh,
Breathing fire into my soul,
Tearing away my floral dress.
The walls are closing in,
I no longer sing,
The sky is turning scarlet red,
As reality creates a vortex,
Inside my muddled head.
And suddenly,
It’s clear as day,
all the things I want to say.

Stars that light the way.

Another day to find my way,
In this broken battered life,
of fairy tales and old folk law
ebbing aimlessly at the littered shore.
Another day,
to beg and pray,
that from the surf
we’ll find what’s worth
to turn this all the other way.
Another sun,
Another moon,
The day sweeps in all too soon.
Dying stars,
up so far,
out of reach,
A spectres beach.
Another day to fight
the dark,
Another day, to be your light.