A long time ago I though you loved me.
A long time ago I though I loved you.
Maybe we forgot?
Maybe we never stopped?
I really need to know--Is it time that I let go?
Or give it one more shot?--"Funny," said the pan to the pot.
This is neither fun nor game--Truly, it's my life.
My mountains call my name--Her gentle whisper tames
The fire sign within me--the incessant wild flames
Tames me to a tea-light flicker at the end of a sweet wick,
This is neither fun nor game--Truly, it's my life.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Effortless
She's so effortless, she
doesn't even know—
Keeps me coming back for more,
Keeps me knocking at her door.
She's so effortless, she doesn't even know—
Her gaze is where it's at,
She sways like a tabby cat.
She's so effortless, she doesn't even know—
I don't know what to do,
But I know I'm into you.
Isle of Sappho
How do I tell you I want to see you naked?
How do I let you know I want to take off your
clothes?
I’m curious of your femininity—
The shape of your breasts,
The scent of your hair,
The taste of your lips—
So sweet to kiss.
How do I tell you I want you?
This feeling’s so new—
I’ve never liked a woman the way I like you.
In typical fashion, I bare myself to paper.
Pen as my witness, I desire your flesh.
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
End Notes
And now we resort to
name-calling.
And how I've turned from brat to bitch—
And how you've turned from daddy to ditched—
I suppose I've finally grown up.
And how I've turned from brat to bitch—
And how you've turned from daddy to ditched—
I suppose I've finally grown up.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Confessions
Wow, so amazing
So amazing you are
You are with your pretty red hair
Your pretty red hair and your rosy red cheeks
Your rosy red cheeks are lovely enough to eat
—
I love to eat.
So amazing you are
You are with your pretty red hair
Your pretty red hair and your rosy red cheeks
Your rosy red cheeks are lovely enough to eat
—
I love to eat.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Private Message
Tell me all in a single kiss.
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you lust me?
Do you see me?
Tell me all in a single kiss, or forever hold your peace.
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you lust me?
Do you see me?
Tell me all in a single kiss, or forever hold your peace.
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Saturday, February 9, 2013
Viscera
What do you look like inside yourself?
Where are the scars you bare?
What are the things you try to hide?
When you look inside, do you cry?
What do you look like inside yourself?
What is it that you fear?
What do you look like inside yourself?
I think you know your fears.
--
Bare yourself, bare your soul--
Naked, exposed to the unknown.
Look at yourself from the inside, baby--
Look to see who cares.
--
I want to see inside of you,
Feel inside of me.
I want to feel inside of you,
Learn what makes you real.
--
The sight of you, inside of me
What makes you real?
What makes me feel?
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