Dear Journal, It was midnight. I was up like usual, writing that poem on the left page. It was a Saturday, so I knew I wouldn't hear from him. Weekends are the hardest. They linger like an unpleasant odor. Soured like rotten milk. And my guts feel like twisted steel. Most Saturdays I spend biting … Continue reading Wildest Dreams: Midnight
Your presence lingers I can feel the tips of your fingers on my naked skin. Your eyes burn like fire But your love is the cool kind of sin. You take me higher Passion and desire I wish I could fix you Your scent sticks to me like glue You're the kind of mirror I … Continue reading Passion and Desire
Blinded desire Numbing pleasure Tickled secrets Dark intentions Blinding possession Numbing illusions Tickled fantasies Dark and guilty.
Desire Urge Confusion Words Shattered Silence Falls... Pressure Lungs Breath Tongues Lips Fingertip Climax... Delusions Swirl Lies Curl Defence Weakness End... Up Down Cycle Drown Laugh Cry Begin...
That ring on your finger, Yes the one that's been missing I think of it and wonder What the hell am I doing? But your brown eyes glow like embers Attracting me to the flames Lured by your warmth in this December I am coated in shame. And I know I am better than this … Continue reading Warm December
Sucking in the last of your breath I can feel it start in my chest; The hunger, desire for you. Pressing my lips into yours The lust becomes an uproar; The hunger, desire for you. Trailing the contours of you skin I'm quivering with the space between us, paper thin; The hunger, desire for you. … Continue reading Lust
Can you believe it?/Do you feel it?/ Your heart beating against your chest/Time stops around you/You feel your breathing deepen/In this moment we confide/I hold my breath, your face close to mine/As our lips collide.//(chorus):And I'm spiraling into love land/You tug me there with your guiding hand/Am I ready for this?/Are you ready for this?/But we … Continue reading Silver Into Gold