Pink dress I see you
I hear you loud and proud
I feel the place filling
And I like your devilish grin
Candles fighting proudly
Lights dimming slightly
Heat keeps on rising
Passion builds more passion
I’ve known you here before
I’ve seen you run your way
Now you’re pullin changes and
Now you’re a man with sin
Three piece suit, chained watch and
Fedora cocked as proud
Black and white keeps us shining
Where your smile is yelling proud
I see your tie so clearly
Contrasting with that linen
Working over crowds
Taming ladies with strings and
Hats, hats are everywhere
With golden flickering gems
Loosely hanging evening gowns
So gracefully cut for the evening
It’s New Years after all
It’s the party of the year
Can you hear me shifting easily
Feel me breathe it in
Jaw lines pushing boundaries
Cutting lines through darkness
Sinking the soul in
I’ve crawled around destructive
Tonight I’ve filled up with sin
Tag: passion
Love Me (day 582)
Perhaps it was when I let go of the past
That I stepped out from beneath the cloak
Beneath the warm resting place
So laid out with holy hay to please me
Those days in my memory fill this mind
With confusion and misunderstanding
No matter who I turn to in these days
They know not the turmoil I did feel
Of what I once was a true master
Now I look upon for no more
Not for lack of interest, true it not here
But for a displacement of my desires
I have moved on with passions
Into realms to you unknown
But this hardly make them
Any less of what I harboured inside
Please let me grow now
With the wings that you’ve given me
I’ve loved you for giving me them
Now love me for using them
Commingling Essence (day 559)
Battling egos lay down in passion
Between the satin sheets and pale white skin
One says jump, the other says beg
While barrel rolling, slipping it in
Little angels, they whisper please
They crawl amongst the birds and the bees
Fixing Cupid, with his tips of lust
Onto a landscape where desired lovers unite
Passion then passes from left to the right
A balancing act uniting the gods
Light beams and wind gusts float through the air
An elated lover screams out into the night
Passing by crossroads, the trees lend their shade
Mid winters glow and frosty tipped snow
The lovers engaged do walk down the street
Commingling essence and infusing the night
Lack of Desire Now (day 498)
I’ve watched the sky fall on the bitter truth
Smelling the stains that pollute the open womb
Spewing forth venom that lurches and aches
For one last passion that is far too gone now
Desire then pits the wound against the present
Shadowing all doubt with consequences once important
Laying bare the animals that sniff the freshly spilled blood
Pooling into the depths only the brave and stupid dare
..and beyond this lays a land so golden
That nothing else matters there
No other parts compile into the whole
Except that which is already set and inside
Here there are natural colors
Colors that blend so well into nature
That blinded by the cosmos
Everything makes sense
No more open wounds and rotting corpses
No more time delays or boxes to move
Just parts of golden rays of sunshine
Grandma, I’m home now
They’d Moan (day 481)
There was a door that creaked as it was stealthily opened that gave him away every time
It wasn’t as if they minded, they both smiled to themselves as they knew what it meant
Love, so they thought, was at work in the house so they let it continue in its name
She said she was 23, he knew she was 22. He didn’t lie with his 25
It’s funny how age becomes less and less relevant as the days whisper on by
The bed could fit them both, it was a nice feeling with the warmth of each others skin pressing down on their sleepy whispers
Loose bed sheets that wrinkled at the foot of the bed would never be needed in passion
There was a point in the passion where both of the lovers would pause
Where they would both crawl over towards each other and look into their eyes and still be sitting there in their underwear
This was passion, fueled by desire, that would rupture where they stood and teased
It was fun at any rate, to slowly take off each others small things and reveal something secret and intimate
Skin that was smooth, and delicate clipping, and eyes that crawled more than a spider with a smile
More and then less, and more and then less was a game that was exciting to play
A game that would take the both of them longer and hopefully both of them higher than before
Did they lose touch just then, when the passion was within, or was it lost to them a long time ago?
But they embraced each other, nipple against nipple, and turned up the heat in the room
They’d call and they’d moan, and they’d let out a groan, and they’d pull at the hair on the back of the neck
They’d flip and they’d roll, and they’d stop and they’d call, and they’d make it all matched in their body
And the race was on for eruptions song, dancing a dance where two can play and the best of the days is when it grooves
Take all that away in a moments display, in a push for the top of the rafters
Then draining away that marvelous display comes a time for bliss like a setting sun in the arms of a lover
And a kiss, a kiss on the forehead, wet with excitement and no delay and breath that enjoys how fast it does roll
A little fun at the toes as the sheets that have stowed are un-tangled and used as a cover for the flesh
Legs that are near reach around and pull close with emotion set fit for the time
With low murmurs that roll through the waves in a friendly waltz the night slowly takes control of the two lovers until movement no longer becomes conscious
Cooling (day 389)
Pulsating through my veins the strain begins to beg
Following passion through dark rooms and closed doors
Hushed whispers strain the thick air
Dense with sweat and good moods
Drinks on the rocks fuel already intoxicated minds
Smooth music paves the way to sweet romance
As sheets rustle against the low buzz of a fan
Cooling the King and Queen of this here land
Up those stairs to the balcony so familiar
Cool wind blows against exposed skin
Setting night lights deep inside the conscience
Resting the heart as it pitters and patters
Kiss Me (day 318)
Kiss me where bruises have passed
Kiss me where love letters have left worn marks
Kiss me with a passion that I now say once was
Kiss me behind the layers of knowledge
And screens of memories
That litter the road home
From far away fields
Kiss me around the gates of long nights
That have creaked around
Weathered corners of yesterdays mail
Kiss me beneath the warm blankets
That isolate terror without
The long list of memories within
Kiss me around the clock
Like the tick tock that echoes through these halls
Bouncing from ear to ear in a fun game of pinball
Endlessly racking up points to find us a winner
Maybe (day 254)
I may have been sleeping when I wrote this
But I was told to hang my head and cry
I may have been aware of the anger ahead
But I was watching my back for a lifeline
I may have been worried about the future
When I asked you to cover my steps
I may have been dreaming of another place
When I asked you to marry me
But dear angel that floats on so high
Come down here a while and bless this guy
Perhaps the snakes and candles will entertain you neigh
Perhaps the passion now present will never die
I may have cried all day long
For a woman who had been gone so
I may have worn out the sweater of lust
To a song that had never played on
I may have bled, maybe
Cool With Desire (day 148)
Enigmatic with a passion
Cool with desire
Fierce with a murmur
Alive with innocence
Tucked away like the cold and blue fingers
Neatly entombed by the dear winter’s frost
Humbly walking along the moist particles thaw
Glazed amongst the solid tear drops
With memories
Come grace
With enemies
Come face