You haunt my desire
It is you that I want
My lust for you is unbridled
And I care not
Let the world stare
I’m intoxicated by you
In sultry nakedness you lie
You must be savored
The taste of you must linger
For I will replay our tryst for a millennium
The mere silhouette of you
Is a testament of my want
Let your hair down slowly
Allow me to see the beauty
Of the contrast of a waterfall
Against a deep valley
Seductive touches of your contour is just an appetizer
I will take you to the highest floors of pure pleasure
Open up to me completely and trust me
For your mind in mine
I will take you in flight through my amorous dreams
Softly you lie in fuchsia silk
As you moan uninhibited by peaceful streams
The desires of your womanhood often misunderstood
Are the drivers of my passionate intent
You are wild and untamed in my presence
I will unwrap you slowly for you are my present
Give to me of your love my love
If tears might fall from my eyes they are tears of passion
In pleasing you I have found the ultimate satisfaction
The sounds of your pleasure potently increase my primal desire
You are fire and I am fire intensely we burn and come together
The beauty of you my sweet
Oh the beauty of your unbridled femininity moves me
With every soft kiss my mind records our movie
With every deep and passionate thrust I look into your eyes intently
Let go of every constraint and release your lustful desires to me
Erotic echoes are loudly released
As you tell me you love me before your final release
You kiss me deeply and passionately
Your primal instinct flows unrestrained and wildly
The taste of you …
This moment will be savored and replayed for an eternity.
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With passionate kisses and intimate breaths
Take all of me until there is nothing left. -
My cross is heavy. Tired, I drag it slowly; navigating hidden paths to avoid those that may try to hurt me. In the darkness of the night with blood and heavy sweat I stumble and fall on one knee. Splinters of weathered wood tear into me. My cross is heavy but it is mine to carry; looking back with tears in the wind I see, and hear the moans and cries of those just like me. In droves we walk slowly, and carry on in pain; blood drips on snow, dirt, grass, concrete and open road, and is washed away by rain. Bloodshot eyes are teary and filled with rage. In the book of tears with millions of chapters and soiled with blood, I angrily write another page.
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The eyes that hide the hell inside
Are with disdain just cast aside,
For deep inside it thus abides
And causes fear and sudden cries.For people look and wide they stare.
The worst of them with hating glare.
If long enough in the eyes they look,
It is then with shock they see the tearful book. -
If I could, I would turn your tears into diamonds;
I will take shelter in the memories of our warmth,
Hoping that precious love again will find us. -
Tears spill on paper as the anguished write final letters.
Eyes stare up at beautiful bright moonlight on a clear night,
As warm blood turns cold in the snowy winter. -
They feign empathy but are filled with apathy.
From duplicitous lips they speak words of understanding,
But in the deep pit of darkness they leave you standing;
Alone we are born and alone we die;
Alone we seek joy and alone we cry;
Alone we crawl through blue fires of suffering and are purified;
Alone we are redeemed with blue fires of resolve in our eyes;
For we know the treachery of their false sympathy;
Sweet lips throw poisonous daggers of hateful words upon discovery. -
We survive, but we have yet to live. Drained of blood and tears we wearily march with valiant hearts through the darkest night by lamplight, holding high our banners of war with nothing left to give.
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In the final act, illness is unveiled in its true ugliness, raw hideousness, and utter mercilessness; when blood flows from open veins and the eyes from behind which it lies, are bloodshot and teary from torment and unceasing cries.
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In illness the emaciated and anguished take painfully slow steps in darkness.
The quiet torment of loneliness captures and devastates in its stillness.
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