make love to me.

soft, slow, skin, smooth, neck, touch,
engulfed in your body,
tender, hungry, firm,
passionate breathing,
quiet moans,
pleasure, searching, beautiful, sexy,
eyes open, watching you, watching me,
gentle hands, fingers, body, pulling,
kissing, long strokes, heavy petting,
whispers, no other sound,
hot, wet, hard, slow penetration,
back arched, sweet smell of sex,
mouth, shoulder, back,
take your time baby,
lips, hips, stomach,
rhythmic movement,
right there...

or so i thought.

...on my knees
dim lighted room
thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
i'm not faithless
just paranoid of getting lost or that i might lose
ignorance is bliss cherish it
pretty neighborhoods you learn too much to hold
believe it not
and fight the tears
with pretty smiles and lies about the times...
(flyleaf)



"help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds"
he said he cannot heal that kind.
bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
he said it happens every time...
(corrosion of conformity)

strange religion.

from behind,
my body pressed
against
the cool wall,
engulfed
in the warmth you radiate.
you slip
between my legs,
press into me.

your mouth open,
hot breath
of fire,
tongue traveling
across
my neck,
down
my spine
pressed
against
the cool wall,
engulfed
in your flames.
and i feel you
press into me again.

hands on the wall,
fingers intertwined,
my cheek pressed
against
the cool wall,
i feel your
teeth
on my skin
as you
press into my soul.

toxic billet-doux.

you're like a poison,
a sickness of sorts.
sucking the marrow
of my neck.
you've infected me
like some rare disease
that i can't seem to shake.
one that is always in my consciousness,
even when i'm trying to pretend you're not.

lunar madness

my body
tingled
all day
today.
anticipation
of
penetration
of
your tongue
between
my lips.

it is
a full moon
tonight...afterall.

i need some sugar in my bowl.

in this very chair,
window open,
sound of
crickets
outside,
a slight breeze from the ceiling fan...
me having conversations with you.

jeans unbuttoned,
fingers searching,
slow
soft,
until i’m dripping
wet.

i bite
my lip,
breath
hot,
quick.

i keep closing my eyes to see
your face,
to feel
your hand
down
my pants,
getting me
off,
until i came.

and then i came again.

audrey, start the revolution! vs. the symphony of blase

...because she is a good person and a great mom. because she is your best friend, and sometimes when you catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye, you can still see that beautiful girl that she used to be. there was something, just something about her, all those years ago, when you encountered her for the first time. something that intrigued you, pulled you in, and held you in the palm of it's hand.
what was it again?

because you knew there was something familiar about her, even before she spoke, as if your souls had met before. as if they were meant to meet again. because somewhere deep in your heart you know that she saved you from yourself.
you just kept forgetting to tell her.

because she still finds ways to save you, even now.
don't forget to tell her.

because even though you may not realize it, you may even deny it, you still love her. and maybe, just maybe, she still loves you too.
don't forget to ask her...


...because he doesn't see me. because he doesn't hear me. and because of that, he doesn't know me. and he doesn't ask, because maybe, just maybe, he never really wanted to know...

lost and found