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GHOSTSThere is no reason for me to wake up early in the morning.
There is neither 'hi' nor 'hello' as I come through the door.
There is nothing to see but for a shadow
sitting behind corners.
There are no words to exchange with the footfalls I make.
There are only ghosts now filling these empty spaces.
As Children DreamAnd now the stars fall down
To lay their cheeks upon the sand
To sleep away they days until the coming dark
Wakes them, takes them right back to the sky
ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe do
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night
With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home
Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know
What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like light
The ItchHello again oh dear old friend
I've waited for so long
To see you once again, I fear
That I have missed you so.
Now come into my arms my friend
And I'll take care of you
Now come and rest you troubled soul
While I go claim my dues
You see my friend you're all but gone
This body that we share
Belonged to you belongs to me
Now that you are dead
So sleep my friend sleep long and sweet
I will not take so long
To take the hearts of those you owe
The demon of your soul
-untitled-There's this sense of longing which
I feel right now and I know you feel
It too. How terribly bittersweet this is
To fall in love with you.
This Fragile CorridorThe lights sort of tell me your somewhere in there, waiting for the right time, the right moment, but there's always that reluctance that hinders your movement. In this hallway there is only forward and back or nowhere at all and you I've seen in the past and hope to meet in future. My dreams, though bleak and jaded, are of you, of me, waiting for the right time, the right moment, just sitting here afraid of the future, nursing the past, enjoying the present without you. With you in this fragile corridor. Such is the way I kite around your fickle dreams like smoke through open seams that you could only notice my entirety if you caught on to each and every one of me. But what you think you could be wrong even if it looks like we're sure. I see you; you see me, but there is such a hush in between that it's difficult to hear... us. And like a dream there's nothing much you can grasp for I am shadow dancing behind your curtained glass disappearing just as fast as the blink of your eye or t
Undress MeYou undress me with a single glance followed by
A solitary smile of upturned lips.
The kind of smile that shines from your eyes.
One that wrinkles your nose and underneath your eyes.
The fire dancing across the deepest of blue hues that ignites the passion inside.
You undress me by layers like peeling a banana or an orange.
Getting down to the nitty gritty of what makes me tick.
Like clock work I can see the desire etched across your face.
You undress me from head to toe without having me in your bed.
Stand at the bar naked in your eyes.
No need for intros, you're already fucking me in your mind.
Parched lips and hardening dick, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Already lovers in your fantasy land filled of hot girls riding you
Like a bull from across the bar.
You undress me with your eyes as I encourage it
As I lower my breasts to hard wooden table.
Soft, delicate giggles slip past my lips
As I let my tits do the talking for words don't need to be said.
It would ruin this moment of eye se
You can hold me
You can push me
You can help me
You can fight me
You can heal me
You can bleed me
You can save me
You can kill me
You can love me
You can hate me
Whatever You'll do
Whatever I will do
You will live in me forever.
FOR EROS?FOR EROS?
Some time in the past, without being asked,
I started thinking
And finally I just felt
Words poetic for Eros,
from a poet, aren't worthy.
I don't really know,
If I was or not,
but they called me so.
So I simply felt
that such words would be Worthy,
Only if the poet, even a bad one,
was born from Eros.
Maybe they are wrong
and I was just born now for you.
Maybe I am wrong.
However For Eros
Nothing I had written,
Nothing I had shared
Nothing I had kept.
Till I met You!
Like a present by God,
Your view was revealed to my eyes.
There's nothing ever appeared to me more beautiful!
There's nothing ever appeared to me as cute!
Sweet TortureHow am I supposed to act normal when you hold me like that?
How am I supposed to control my breathing when every time I inhale I am assailed by the sweet scent of your hair?
How can I refrain from kissing your neck when my lips are but a centimetre away from it?
How can I hide it when my eyes betray my desire?
How do I keep my hands off your skin when only the thin fabric of your t-shirt is standing in my way?
How can I stop myself from pressing close to you when I can feel your thighs brushing against mine?
How will I stay quiet when my body throbs with need?
How do I keep my mouth closed when the words 'I love you' are trying so hard to escape?
How will I let go when my heart tells me I can't?
How will I survive when it's time for you to leave?
Please, tell me how, because I'm scared to death I'll never know the answers.
I can love you or just buy you,
Whatever; I'll Love You.
You can love me or reject me,
You can feel me or just trick me,
You can hug me or seduce me,
You can heal me or just leave me,
You can save me or forget me,
I Will Love You Even If...
I Will Love You Forever, Whatever.
Echoes of PassionBreathing is fading,
Skin is cooling,
A delicious scent,
Still fills the air
Eyes are unseeing,
And yet you are still,
So very aware
Words, so quickly spoken,
And so softly broken,
Leave trails in moonlight,
That is no longer there
With tired lips,
Engage in kisses,
That lead nowhere
Passion is spent,
All that's left,
Are fiercely resounding,
Sense them drift away
jlp December 10, 2009
FetishYour thirst for blood
won't end with a kiss.
But I won't stop you.
I won't hold you back.
and make me bleed.
Let it drip.
Tie me up and keep me here,
but I don't need it.
I won't run.
You keep me here.
Not these chains,
I want to taste you.
To know that you love me.
Stain your tongue.
I love it.
I love you.
I only want to be with you.
in your arms.
Fall asleep in your arms.
Listening to your heartbeat.
a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teeth
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats
we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours
penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need
for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar
left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.
till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case
Play. Pause. Play. Rewind.Fast forward to the part where our lips make history. Slow down baby, "eat all your vegetables and maybe you'll get dessert", we've got the rest of our lives to play this little scene. Yes I meant this part where it's R18, but who the fuck cares 'cuase, baby, it's just you and me.
Play. Pause. Play.
Swaying to this beautiful soundtrack to a backdrop of black and white. Giants made of concrete and glass panes with trains in between; backtracking like a broken record skipping grooves. Cut. Cut. CUT! What a horrible take. You color the canvas while I sett the paint. This is...
Like the smell of sex it both feeds and keeps the ache at bay. Baby you're too far away, but Christ the lord, the way to touch me... Touch you... Touch me... That little slide between valleys on streams of perspiration. The soft snow-like smoothness of your skin upon my deft fingers. The feeling lingers.
Play. Skip. Play. Skip.
Fast forward to the part where those lips part... Rewind. Your lips. Deft fing
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