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What's more beautiful? The over radiant glow of your skin or your dressed down soul? What's terrible? The way I pant and sweat in desire, the way you ignite my body with erotic fire? Am I lost in your eyes again or are we going together in sin to that place I love? Did you know you were more than eternity, more than enough to free me? I can't bear such an explosive entity before me. Yet here you are. Before me.

There is nothing I want more, nothing I desire more strongly than to feel you below me, asking me, begging me, to continue. Your need is stronger than your desire, and I can feel every ounce of that need enveloping me, swallowing my ability to control, to stop my shaking senses. I inhale, searching for your fear, but chocking on my own. Are you ready to be told, to be sold into slavery of my heart? I don't know where my hands go, except feeling them around your neck, fingers slipping into their nooks with force. My hands are home. I don't know whose really in control, but I feel you slipping away, I continue to ride the waves, each thrust cau

... and she was alone, in the quiet of the womb. She waited anxiously for the great happening to pass so she could finally see love. It burned inside her. There was this girl that thought so frequently of love that she convinced herself that that was actually what she had been created from. Love. There was this girl that made it through the great happening, saw love for the first time. So she thought. As suddenly as it appeared, it had withdrawn from her. There was this girl that wondered why the great happening had to be so painful. Where did love go?!? She felt it withdrawing from her, leaving her trembling, naked, screaming. There was thi

The darkness caresses me, ebony rainbows silently flowing. Your touch, like the brush of Butterfly wings on unseen things, Ignites something darkly inside me and I wait. I attempt to Call our your name, to ask to be saved, to give into grace. But the world around me collapses and fades, and all this From the mere embrace of your finger tips. I inhale one last time and right before I start to die, you return to me with your fire and ice, once, then twice,  you revive me. You engulf my body and we fall away to the sea, just the stars and the trees and all of eternity escaping from your hands.  I attempt to be stable but sinking s

I thought of you today, while walking, in moments of sunshine admits All this grey. I thought of ways I could say what's been keeping Me up at night. The things I fear, the things I like. The things I can't keep in sight for very long. Because without a notice or A farewell song, they are gone from me. In a moment of solidarity, I took a path divided in three. I just wanted to wander, I wanted to see. I wanted to be Missed for one fleeting moment. I wanted you , I wanted Something. I wanted the stars to die and for you and I And everything I loved to be gathered into one place. I imagined all of eternity's beauty in a single space

Can you sit a while with me? There is something I need to tell you. I have been trying for 24 years to get through to the other side, To finally have a release and find peace in solidarity. To realize my purpose And find clarity. But I think I have been bidding my time until now. With my eyes adverted towards to ground I stand before you naked and Vulnerable, waiting for you to turn the table. Waiting for you to realize you Are unable to see me.  But I hold my breath, and then you speak. You ask me to whisper to you my dreams. You ask me to believe in these things, to be unafraid for a change. To write my poetry, to turn the page,

Breath taking, stolen. You came into my life with your golden skin, your blue eyed sin that glimpsed into my very soul. Stole, yes taken, my grief in my utterly forsaken hopelessness. You made me commit to something I have been so afraid of, something that I know I am not made of. Hope. When I had lost my faith and I could not cope, you were there with Vodka and a rope, a net, a catching glove and a smile. Moments passed and after a while I could  breath again. I stopped thinking of him, I even stopped hating. I think I have simply been waiting for someone honest, someone with more than an empty promise. So as you lie ther

Tomorrow isn't such a long time when we have eternity before us, I hear you whisper my name and it's like a chorus of angels... maybe it's demons, but that voice has given me enough reason to hold on, to stay strong, to finally belong to something bigger than myself. There is a peace in and of itself when I remember your fingers tracing, replacing my scars with purity again, removing my sins and allowing me to heal from within, whereas I never thought it possible. I never would have thought it believable that I could love without convictions, without bartering, without fearing and simply tolerating. To love is impermeable, but to be

The times are as dependent and derived as they were yesterday. I step down from the ladder atop my stage and walk to the audience, to kneel and repent, and set my eyes upon you. I hand you the microphone and ask you not to condone what I do here, just swallow your fear and for once open your everlasting mouth. Do not doubt what you feel, do not question what's real, do not ask for a deal or a bargain. Just begin. I take my seat, resting my aching defeat, and waiting, desiring nothing more than to  hear what you are saying when you think I am not listening. The sweat on your palms is glistening but I am still looking, breathin

I was young. And you were lust. The pages of my journal held the secrets I trust you wont repeat. Except that your feet are covered in the blood of that secret and I think you regret having came. But as it is, alls the same. You wanted to rearrange the books from my past. You wanted something not so secretive that would last through your midlife crisis, my total indecisive ability to figure it out, I never saw the signs of that breakdown. I only saw you, alone on the ground, surrounded by the pages of my journal. I wanted something eternal. I wanted something that was such a secret that I would not regret it out of fear that