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Whispers on the Wind
This is a thread to post my past works, present works and any future works I have written.
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Just a kiss
Cells expand
Contract With The staccato Of ragged breath Tension Mounting Until It breaks forth Time Lurching Merely trying To keep up As those Very cells Collide Meshing Desiring Begging To get closer To merge To be one Words Whispered Soundlessly From lips Written Upon soft skin With even softer Promises Never spoken The Universe Reels Spins Quakes In wanton hunger As time Lurches Again And again With each contact And this my dear Was only A kiss |
Some more offerings:
In a zealous silence I sit Mirror reflecting only shattered images of memories long since forgotten Now free from the desire that consumed me whole I glance out the window-glass and try to focus on an emotional new dawn. __________________________________________________ __________ Standing at the edge of reason, the edge of sanity filling my mind Passion raging to the point of total consumption A dark kiss upon silken skin An end to the soul's weeping for release Reopen my eyes, and see as though it were for the first time Pain no longer residing in the valley between my breasts As I step into a dark red sea for the last time __________________________________________________ ___ Thousands of shards Millions of pieces This is my heart Shattered but not Broken _________________________________________ Moaning... Pleading... Crying... Begging... Seduction in Slience |
She moves
underneath me like flame Burn me, I cry |
"Lines" (In memory of all those who have died for war)
Lines drawn in sand meaningless and yet they can tear countries apart The same lines rip children from the arms of their mothers in the name of diplomacy Lines of fire drawn upon the bodies of our youth left dead in foxholes While lines are being signed and treaties being written in the blood of the innocent |
We are sitting drinking coffee
coffee as black and dark as the night you and I kissed kissing like starved men at a feast a feast of you I partake in with another sip another sip of coffee as I look at you I look at you, into your eyes eyes like brandy; dark, warm, and melting melting my will, melting me to nothingness melting away the nothingness deep within Deep within the recesses of my thighs I ache I ache with want for you for you, any part of you to fill me all of me to be filled with this need this need overflowing flowing out of me and onto you onto you, your strong hands, your strong thighs your strong thighs wrapped around my strong hands My strong hands and strong fingers are probing probing into the wetness Wetness between your legs, on my hands, my lips, my body, my tongue My tongue drinks deeply with out sating Without sating my hunger grows Hunger growing as you kiss my lips Kiss my lips as they quiver Quiver, yes, I am quivering inside as your teeth graze my neck my neck, then back to my lips My lips touch yours, biting and sucking biting and sucking at mine Sucking at your breast, oh how I want I want to be buried deep inside you until with release we scream scream from the wanting Wanting to take you in my arms take you in my arms, then have you take me take me right here right here, right now, right where they all can see can see the desire the desire I feel between my thighs My thighs are brushing yours as we kiss “Kiss me again” I want to beg I want to beg you to never stop kissing me kissing me and touching me touching me gently on the cheek the cheek that lies under my hands My hands get tangled tangled in your hair, then your thighs thighs that lead to legs that I want to feel that I want to feel around me as I pin you to the bed pin you to the bed & push into you into you then over the edge Over the edge is what this is What this is, is me giving myself to you giving myself to you as you give yourself Give yourself completely to me, all of you for all of me All of me wants wants to feel you, your skin bare as I feel every inch of you every inch of you naked naked and tangled tangled in the sheets, my arms, my legs, and my fingers Fingers on your body your body on fire at my touch my touch blazing everywhere blazing everywhere as you are consumed consumed with passion passion that oozes and drips from my chin and onto you onto your soul Your soul melding with mine, binding us together Together we sit drinking in each other drinking in each other like coffee coffee drank in silence |
~"Inuksuk"~
I am your stone Your granite will, your marble beauty Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life. I am covered in the morning with the dew left from a night of rock hard passions Cold and unyielding to those who seek to chisel me away, yet for you I am the citadel in which you can hide your heart. I am your stone Your granite will, your marble beauty Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life. I am a monolith of strength, solid in my convictions Yet I become dust in your compitent hands. I am your stone Your granite will, your marble beauty Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life. |
"Peanut Butter"
When you walked into the bar that night with a ratty baseball cap hiding your feminity, I swear the whole damned bar could hear my body cry “fuck yeah!” as it grew so aroused it could barely remain atop it’s barstool perch. Yes, me there perching like a vulture over my prey. “My prey”, what a novel idea, as thoughts of the hunt and the capture enter my mind. Oh, if I could catch you and take you right here. Put you up on the table and lick at you like peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth. Just then the commercial hits my brain, “Just how many licks does it take...the world may never know!” And, at that, I laugh nervously to myself, my friends, to you as you sit waiting. Waiting for what I ask myself. Waiting for me? Waiting for my body to push yours into the wood back of the chair as I throw your legs up in the air and fuck you right here where everyone can see? And, then, my eyes look down, to the table I imagined fucking you on. I blush, and I swear there must be a television screen attached to my forehead where you can see EXACTLY what I am thinking as I see you laugh. “Silence as the show begins.......................we now interrupt this program to bring you a special news update straight from the presses................” and my brain gets caught on the thought......”the presses” as I swear I can feel you press your hand against my thigh. And, I swear I can feel you, taste you......like peanut butter on my tongue. My brain and my body engage in a battle of words as I ask myself, “ Is this some kind of joke playing itself out on me?” And, I swear I just heard myself say “Play with yourself for me” ......OH GOD!! Did I just say that aloud? A Freudian Slip, as I slide right into you, sticking like peanut butter. And I think, Man, am I hungry! Hungry for you upon my tongue, like peanut butter. |
I look to the first rays of sunlight and think of you as they caress the shore, holding the twilight in a tight embrace.
You are my pillar of strength, my cornerstone, my foundation, and in your presence I sit shaken to my core. My heart will spend many years rectifying the chaos of a thousand lifetimes as we lie entwined in each other. My face radiates all love I feel for you even into the darkest hours of evening. And as I get lost in yet another archive of thought I smell the subtle fragrance of you wrapping itself around me, and I realize that you are gone. |
I look to you at the moment of my redemption
and I see in your eyes a look reflecting back A look of complete abandon. I see possibilities of Your body stretched out before me. With total clarity I see That in this moment there will be no remourse And with absolute conviction I know The answer to my unasked question. A safe assumption to make. You have revived my heart as I hear the words, "I do" escape your lips |
The rain washes
Even my road-worn soul Clean |
“Steel Rose”
Once had a heart on my sleeve, now there’s a stone chip on my shoulder. I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns. This rambling stone will gather no more loss. I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns. I told you there is no blood left to be squeezed from this stone. I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns. But where there were thorns, from pain and scorn, a steel rose does grow. _______________________________________ “Asuilaak (Finally) “ Finally: After my heart has searched the seven seas. I have found the final wonder. Finally: I will drown in the deepest love and forever be pulled under. Finally: I have touched your gates of heaven on high. Finally: With the angels I did lie. Finally: It’s come about full circle, and the beginning is the end. Finally: I had to let you go and cry farewell my lover, my friend. Finally: With a mournful cry, Finally: Goodbye. |
“Arctic”
I wonder if the Summer sun on the savannah caresses you as it does me here on this frozen Tundra. I look, my eyes slanted against the silver light of the ice, I swear I can see your sillouhette reflected in the outline of granite inuksuk. I long to trace my hands lazily across the landscape of your body, yet here I will remain alone in my chilled Northern wasteland. I find lately that I would abandon my Wintery sanctuary for one brisk moment spent in the warm Solstice of your embrace. I resolve myself to the knowledge that we could never be as one with you fathoms and leagues across the sea. And as I accept the Icy chill of reality, I know the fire of my passion for you will become extinguished. But before my flame can fizzle away in tears of despair, I feel your warmth radiate through me, stretching across the confines of time and space. The sun rises again to melt my Frozen heart. |
Written in 2005
She says, I want to feel you,
feel you in me, and around me around me enfolded. Enfolded in silken depths, silken depths that caress back. She says, I want you want you pulsing and ramming ramming your presence into me into me until I scream. She says, I want to scream loudly for you. Loudly for you, you and your intensity, intensity making my will lie broken, broken and running across your hands,your hands, your cock, and your tongue. She says, I want your tongue running down my thighs, Down my thighs, chased by your hands. Your hands tangling in my hair, my hair wild as it cascades across your chest. She says, I want my breast pulled into your mouth, your mouth sucking and biting, biting at my moist folds, my moist folds drawing you in, drawing you into me deeply. She says, I want you in me, in me where you become lost. Lost in the sensation, sensation that only I can give. She says, Give yourself, yourself, and your body, your body awakened, awakened to my touch. She says, My touch will blaze fire across your skin, your skin my canvas. Canvas upon which I paint passion |
"Seasons"
Scarecrow in the barren field of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me of the joys and pleasures of a Youth spent in the embrace of Spring. Tell me of the innocence, the simplicity in which I surrendered to happiness and innocence abound. Tell me of when I lived as I loved, I played as fiercely as I prayed and my heart did sing. Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me when the throes of ecstacy and the heat of passion filled my Summer of adolescence Tell me when she cast that first stone and I first felt my heart break. Tell me of the loss and painful road I was left to walk and the grief that would become my sole strength, my essence. Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me when I embraced the peaceful Autumn of forgiveness. Tell me when I learned of a gentle touch and a deeper peace, an eerie calm found in the arms of another lover. Tell me when I realized I wanted to live and die in the arms of a tranquility like this. Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me when did the Winter sneak in to steal away my memories in it’s cold embrace? Tell me how much longer in this frail mortal coil shall I have wait? Tell me when will the Earth claim me back to the warmth of her womb, and collect the final chapter from this member of the human race? Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life |
Feburary 2005
"Self-portrait"
This machine heart isn't real... It processes, but doesn't feel. I DOES everything but bleed.... Yet doesn't meet a single romantique need. It's function in programming has been told. Love is something it has yet to behold. This machine body can hurt and ache... and it's titanium skeleton easily break. It has never been touched by a single hand.... for after all it IS machine not man. This machine mind does nothing but think. Thought to body across fibre optic link. Making decisions at speed of light.... yet knows nothing of what is wrong or right. I cannot process pain from a love lost. Logic insists a wire must have been crossed. A human tear does silently fall. Such a dangerous move, for it can rust all. Finally machine has lost the battle, lost the fight. The human inside has finally opened it's heart to the light. |
March 2005
"Musing"
How often I've heard you say, " I am jus fucking with you!" but....Oh, if you'd REALLY fuck with me..... Fucking with me until my knees become weak, and my body melts from your words... Words used like a caress Then I think, what if I fucked back? Would you like that? Would you like it if I fucked back? If I touched you with words in places you thought only hands and tongues could touch?....... Ahh, dear but isn't my tongue touching you now? Isn't it touching and caressing you with words that are so seductive that they leave you craving more, more than you thought you could ever want? You never thought mere words could be used like THAT did you? My words slowly slide up your thighs, into your very depths, leaving you moist and wanting. Tell me, do you want more? Do you want me to fuck back? Do you like it when I fuck with you? Ahh, this verbal exchange, so preverse, so profound, so profane. Does it make you wet? Does it make you want to cry out, begging, and pleading for more? Ahh, to fuck with you, to make you want and crave more and more of my words. Ahh, to make you WANT to be fucked with. Does that make me a pervert, does it make me sick? Does it make YOU? Hell, what does it matter, you are enjoying it and so am I. I must admit though, I refuse to make ANY apologies, and I sure as hell am not going to repent. Oh, no, not ever, not for having fucked with you, for having fucked back. |
March 2005
As we lie, wrapped in a blanket of stars, the mountains for our bed.
I compose a symphonic overture upon the stage of your body. The hills echo with the sounds of my Concert D’Chair. I bring forth a crescendo of sound with silent notes from the music of your breath and your kiss. The heavens, rapt, lend their backdrop of supernatural colour; Aurora Impetus, to concrete our faithful love of each other. |
Written for a Coming Out Day event 2001
She took me in her arms, and it was then and only then that I knew what it was to be loved.
To be really loved, cherished and adored. No man had ever been able to make me feel that way......not the way she did. No, not like that at all. She loved me like a god, but shamelessly like a daemon, like no other dared, like only a WOMAN could. Now I tell you...she took me into her arms and I was home. And this home was not a place, a thing.....it was an idea, the feeling of security and peace. Now when she took me into her arms I knew love, a love of my own, a love that was completely and unabashedly for her......total devotion. But there came those who would take it away. Take her away, away from me and from herself. And I wondered, would she ever return? Many hours passed, many days, many sleepless nights and Oh so many tears. Then one day when my memory had forgotten and so had my heart, she returned. Returned to herself, to the world, to me. Now I tell you when she took me into her arms there was a hunger, a passion, a fire inside. A fire that consumed me, and lo, burns me still. |
"Photograph 8" (written about an underwater photo I had seen in a coffee shop in Seattle)
Liquide atmosphere enfolds you in her deadly embrace, and yet.... a smile of rapturous epiphany is upon your face, oh, how intrigued am I. Plumage of your innocent deviousness enshrouds my memory, memories of things that will never come to be. The light and shadows harnessed between frame of glass and metal touches me in an unfamiliar way, like barbedwire of silken thread. Who are you, and why have you touched me so profoundly from behind the confines of two-dimensional reality? But, oh, to know the limitless rapture I see reflected on your face....that is a pleasure reserved for only gods and daemons, and yet mere mortal of flesh and bone am I. |
July 2004
As I catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye,
I am caught up in a backlash of sensation at the sight of you after this self-inflicted, endless eternity without you. Inexplicable, fragile emotions blaze like wild fire across my face. Seeing you standing before me confirmed that you too have walked the fires of hell and bitter loneliness. I slight at this knowledge and find myself touched at the thought of you suffering as I have. Evoking an image of what our time together was like, knowing that my mind replays it like a movie on the big screen, featuring every gory detail of our failures like special effects. I am tempted to take you into my arms and ride off into the “proverbial sunset” but instead I turn, walking away. |
March 2005
I grasp the rosewood beneath my hands.
The pig-skin restraints holding me in place. I cannot recite the countless names of those who have stood as I do now. I stand head held high with pride, knowing that she is watching.I hear her freeing each implement of my sensual demise from their case. I know that there will be marks which I will bear with pride. Each one strikingly vibrant on the canvas of my skin. I could drown in the lake of her cruelty, yet I remain cast adrift in the safe harbour of her mercy. With each frantic blow I know that this is the reward for my gift of submission. Every stinging blow from the flogger feeling exquisitely fabulous. My senses stripped to their purest essence. This is freedom in slavery. |
Written 2002
“The Wife-Beater's Armor”
I look at you and wonder just what is it about you that caught my eye? And then I have it, the crisp clean cotton wife-beater that clings to your body like a second skin. In the evening, that same wife-beater will fall away from the places it concealed safe from judgement and safe from pain. It will fall to the hardwood floor where for just a few brief moments it will retain your body heat. I know exactly how hard it is for you to shed this thin yet strong armor, leaving yourself bare and vulnerable to me. Yet, I watch you shed the protection that thin scrap of fabric offers. In silent reassurance I let my hands run along your vertebrae, mimicking how that very fabric caressed you. When memory has blurred with reality, I will awake with my arms around you offering as much protection as my femininity can. But, it will never come near as much as the armor offered by that crisp, clean wife-beater. |
Written 2002
Figured I would try writing from a femme's perspective...and this is what I came up with:
A boi, a butch, a touch Touch upon my skin My skin longs Longs for a rough caress Caress filled with great tenderness Tenderness lying hidden Hidden Deep Deep beneath layers Layers of Denim, Leather, and Intensity Intensity is your engine, passion your fuel Fuel this passion Passion I see burning Burning in your eyes In your eyes is a wanting, a needing, a feeling Feeling that can come only from you Only from you my butch lover My butch lover Lover unlike any other Unlike any other I know I know you are not a man Not a lady But pure butch A gentleman in a woman's body A woman's body, your temple Your temple filled with your gifts of tenderness Tenderness and passion Tenderness and passion consume and fill Fill me with you All of you Your presence Your love Your strength Your strength to compliment my weakness My weakness is your sexy smile Your sexy smile melts my heart Melt my heart inside the fortress of your arms The fortress of your arms and your heart Your heart, the heart of a butch The Love of a butch A butch and no other |
Written 2005
Heat runs across my skin on rivers
I think of yesterday when you pulled me into your arms, shadowing me with your love. Your eyes like melted chocolate bore into my core I can still smell you on my skin as the last rays of sunlight caress the purple sky. |
March 2005
She thinks to herself about her "re-occurring problem" as she seats herself with her friends for their weekly caffeine injected chat session.
She finds herself entertaining dangerous thoughts of hys rough hands on her silkiest of skin. This, her most private of sins, her desire for this stranger. She abandons herself in thoughts of hys being able to feel the deep extent of her want, the want she hides so well, upon hys fingertips and hys tongue. She thinks quickly that she is grateful, although be it innately, for their anonymous public rendezvous. Yet she wonders if hy can feel the intense scrutiny of her eyes upon hym? And before she can prepare herself for the answer, she is hit full force with the intensity of hys gaze, and sees the passion, the want, and the abandon reflected clearly there. The intensity coming from hym courses painfully through her body, straight to the parts that know exactly how hy would feel buried deep inside her. She hears a clearing of a throat, and quickly turns her attention back to her friends, only to have it stolen again by this stranger. And she realizes much too regretfully that this "reoccurring problem" will not be ignored, or be so quickly dismissed, as hy makes hys way towards her. Hy leans down and whispers in a silky, deep timbred voice " Meet me in the park when you are through with mindless babble, and be sure to come alone" as hy shoots a cold look to her companions. As hy walks away, she is left awash in a flood of desire and need held back by the blush that spreads across her face. |
9/17/2001
You swear you don’t love me or so you say,
But what is it that makes you look at me that way? It’s something that no matter how hard you try, you cannot hide It shines deeply from where it’s buried deep inside. Maybe you are afraid, and just won’t see. But there is no other look like that one, the way you look at me. |
3/11/2005
"Flight Of Fantasy"
I step to the counter The woman asks me “Destination Please?” I reply “Take me to where I can feel her thighs wrapped around my waist Take me to where I can see her back arch Take me to where I can hear her throaty moans Take me to where I can remember exactly how she tastes. Show me the only paradise I have ever known. Feeling her breath upon my skin, Feeling her nails digging into my back, Feeling her body shudder as I slide deeper in Show me the gate, show me the plane, show me the way home.” There I go Leaving the terminal On another flight of fantasy |
Written 2003
You:
Silenced me with a word and piqued my interest higher You: Silenced me with a look I forgot myself and everything prior You: Silenced me with a smile and my heart began to feel desire You: Silenced me with a touch my body ignited with passion’s fire You: Silenced me with a kiss and of you I will never tire |
3/13/2005
Now I see smoke, now I feel fire
Where once there was love, there now is no desire. The lesson could not be learned until the last bridge burned. |
Fragments (stuff I never finished):
Dance in passion with me
Like flames of the fire, like the sand and the sea ______________ Speak to my body, caress my mind Will you do it every time? _____________ I have known you I have seen you I have loved you I have dreamed you |
3/14/2005
"Ikuma (Fire)"
Fire Raced up my spine when I saw you saunter by Fire Stoked between my thighs when I knew I had caught your eye Fire Ignited your smile as you continued to look Fire Consuming me while with deft movements, my desire you took Fire Warming me from inside as you fill me with more and more of you Fire Scorching as my need for you grew Fire Blazed across my skin as you laid the leather across my skin Fire Burned in your eyes, reflecting the fire within Fire Raged as you made me your own Fire Unlike any other I have ever known |
Written 2004
I want to hold you
hold you in the moonlight hold you on wind swept plains hold you here like this forever I want to kiss you kiss you from sun up to sun down kiss you from head to toe kiss you like I have never kissed anyone before I want to feel you feel you in every fibre of my being, in every cell feel you in my heart, my soul, and in my body feel you right here beside me I want to touch you touch you like the wind on your face touch you like the sun in your hair touch you like only a lover can I want to make you make you wild and free make you alive with desire make you mine I want to break you break you down to passion break you down to desire break you free from your own constraints I want to love you love you with all that is in me love you for all eternity love just you |
Written today with someone in mind
The weight of the world
Lays heavy Upon my weary shoulders They say, “Made your bed, now lie in it.” But This Cannot be my bed For, my bed Is a place of red hot desires Yes, Twisted sheets The smell of passion Clinging longingly to the fabric Yet, This place Is devoid Of any emotion Any spark And sadly resembles A barren landscape Frigid Cold How I long for something else Something different A gentle touch upon my taut skin A melting kiss upon my parched lips A look of barely restrained hunger Yet, sadly this IS my bed And I must lie in it Alone As I have for time too long |
Written 3/17/2005
Juxtapose for rhyme and reason
You linger on my mind, such a sexy, dangerous treason How do you rise in me such desire? Why do I burn for you, consumed with this raging fire? Left longing for something beyond my reach To the gods I will beseech From the hourglass of time, one grain of sand To hold you within my heart, my hand |
3/21/2005
"Raven"
Looking into the lightning of your eyes I see pure, raw emotion without disguise Come to me raven, come on darkened wing Come to me raven, come to me and sing I tenderly wipe away the rain of your tears My thunderous kiss removes all your fears Come to me raven, come on darkened wing Come to me raven, come to me and sing My breath on your skin stirs you deep to your soul's core Let me have the feather of your heart and together we can soar Come to me raven, come on darkened wing Come to me raven, come to me and sing Let my fiery mouth kiss your untamed soul Spread your wings raven, make your fallen angel whole Come to me raven, come on darkened wing Come to me raven, come to me and sing |
March 2005
"Waking Dream"
Listen as I recall a memory of a time not so long since past Of a moment long gone, that I wish had been longer last Now I tell you that I had come here before, most often and most freely But that night a face I had never seen before held for me a desirous gaze, so steely Usually nothing could affect me and shake me so deeply where I stood Yet here was this woman, dark as raven looking at me with eyes glowing under desire's hood Moving like a lightning flash, there before me she stood Kissing my soul, with a passion unrestrained I never knew that a passion like that could be in one person contained She kissed me like I was a god, yet shamelessly like a daemon, oh so shamelessly Up until that moment I had roamed along alone and empty I asked myself in that sea of lost souls how had she come to find mine? In that embrace, we moved to our own rhythm, in our own time I mused quietly, who's the hunter, who's the hunted, will I ever know? But when her gaze again met mine, I was reluctant to let it go We danced in our own ritualistic mating dance Holding fast to each other's body and soul, locked in a passion filled trance I thought this moment was far from real, only a dream of heaven above But when the morning dawned, I woke wrapped in the arms of love She my waking dream |
For a dear friend.
"Hitch-hike to Heaven"
Take my hand my friend, cause we're in this together I won't leave you behind or alone on this road of life Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven 'cause lord knows we've both seen hell The road is long and has many potholes of suffering and strife You may need help out of them, I know I sure will need yours Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven 'cause lord knows we've both seen hell When things get rough, know that ever will I be there We'll find shelter from the elements in the company of each other Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven 'cause lord knows we've both seen hell As the sun rises and sets on each mile we walk Just know that I will always be at your side Come with me, let's walk, let's hitch-hike to heaven 'cause lord knows we've both seen hell |
Renga attempt # 2
What I wouldn't give
Give to see you See you naked, exposed Exposed to my eyes My eyes look Look to where my hands lay Lay with me tonight Tonight I take you You deeply fill me Fill me to the edge Edge of reason, edge of passion Passion the only thing I feel I feel you in every inch of me Every inch of me wants you Wants you to know Know that you are beautiful Beautiful you are in the moonlight In the moonlight your body lies naked Naked and arched Arched into me Into me I feel I feel you delve Delve into my depths Depths yet left undiscovered Undiscovered, hidden Hidden in the depths of my heart In the depths of my heart lies a passion A passion that burns Burns me whole Whole you make me Make me sigh Sigh and moan your name Your name rolls from my tongue My tongue running Running up your inner thigh Your inner thigh tantalizing Tantalizing and erotique Erotique thoughts fill me Fill me with you You my love My love endless Endless are the sensations Sensations ravage your body Your body presses into me Into me you push Push me over into madness Madness it is It is me wanting you Wanting you to take me and make me Make me scream with want Want consumes Consumes both Both you and I You and I tangled Tangled in a passionate embrace Embrace me forever |
Written 2004
"Passionate Release: Part I"
Passion Overwhelming passion Desire Pumping and coursing through veins Becoming a raging river A heatbeat Pounding an archaic rhythm Tattooing The inside of the chest Inside exists only passion Pure Unadultered passion Burning the heart That passion creates An acidic flavour At the back of the throat Eating away at reason Like Thousands of termites to wood This passion so strong Almost Taste it Almost Reach out Grasp it in your hand |
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