Sure these are some poems and thoughts. Things either real or imagined! However taken, these come from within me and inspired by someone who knows how to talk to me in ways not so easy for me to understand. OY! You know who you are.
Quietly
Quietly
Pragmatically
Lovely
Whole heartedly
We come together
Moths to an incurable flame
In lust
In confusion
With desire
One last fling
In the after sex shower
Still taste you
Want you
Smell you
Feel you
Miss you
And think of you
This desire
This passion
And I chase you all over again
Quietly
Hoping
Cannot regret
Cannot forget
No rhyme
No reason
Just a moment locked away from words
And I sit thinking of you
Quietly
Crisis
Plot it out
Connect the dots
When all it is
Natural
Two people
Lovers
Friends
Mixed up so wrong- so right
I could shout your name
Whisper desires
Beg and smile coyly
Lead me to the bedroom
On tip-toes and locked hands
And gently you say
One-last-time
For this is the crisis of good-bye
Tell Me
Tell me why
Tell me
Why is it this feels so good?
Together
Kissing
Cuddling
Hands locked
Fingers tracing curves
Lips soft, gentle, and wet
All down your chest
My tongue teasing-
Tasting
Here and there
Oh-
And there
That perfect spot that makes your skin tingle
I smile
Running your trembling hands through my soft hair
I go down
You-
Go down
Discovering
This feels so good
But why?
Tell me why does it feel so wrong?
This sad good-bye
Tell me
Spinning
Too much
Too soon
Not enough
Never too much
So the song goes
I hit replay
Listening
Over and over
Watch the dryer spinning
catching glances of strangers
Unaware of how much I wish to be invisible
Don't look at me like that
You don't know me
"Sorry."
Doesn't clean away the sorrow
Replay the night you said no more
Watching the sheets in the spin cycle
Your smell-
That sweet-sweet scent
Away now
Folded away
I should've known you were never here to stay
Last Night Stand
On tip toes
Tongues twisted
Touching-
Lips and finger tips
Leading the way
Through a trail of candlle lit light and sweet caresses
Slowly
The heat rising inside
Making sweet-sweet love
And slowly
You watch me dress
Smiling shyly
Admiring quietly
One last kiss
One last taste
And down the road I go
Alone
Lonely
And OK.....
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin
Sunday, September 12, 2004
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