TemptationI licked the tipgently tasting as I flicked it,running my tongue over it, feelingevery bump, every crease, every ...It was huge, or definitely large at leastI decided as I gazed at it taking in,Taking in its color, the deep rich colorthat drowned me in temptation.I took it in, all of it and I could feelthe flavor dripping down my chinand I could taste it satisfying,as I withdrew.I licked it up, all the liquid with my tongue,the delicious cream, then swallowing it and thenI took it in again, all of it, smiling,I bit into the sweet, red strawberry.
Randomness of DawnSlashes of red over drippings of blue ,Chaotic deviants of magnetic hues .Burstings of yellow and pilings of white ,Finding my voice saying farewell good night .Feeling the grass as I lay on my lawn,Pondering the randomness of Dawn.
The Tease..I smelled it first.I smelled it, that unmistakable smile of a secret excitement.Coy and teasing, I smelled it.Almost close enough to touch, to feel and caress,Yet held at that teasing distance just at my fingertips...And then I could see it.It was growing larger before me, I could see it.So close I could almost grasp it and kiss it, I could see it.So teasingly near it brushed against me....And then it began.It began as a brush against me.Slowly it began, teasingly.I smiled at being able to feel it.I knew it was there.....And then I could feel it.Harder and harder, I could feel itGetting faster, I could feel itUntil I was almost drowning, I gasped.So wet I almost slipped......And then I knew.This was it, I knew.The wet dripping off me, I knew.I felt that moment of ecstacyCaught amidst that perfect connection.......Forever, it seemed to last.Forever, I bathed in the wet that licked my skin.Forever, as I embraced the coming.Forever........And then it st
Linger...Lingering memories replaying in my headLike a broken record, repeating over againRepeating againAgainAnd again... Your lingering scent still held fresh in my mind Like the smell of blood engraved in a wolf's breath Breathing it in Breathing you in Breathing you...The taste of you lingering on my lipsLike the touch of a chilli seed burning against my skinBurning my skinBurningBurned... Lingering hopes held betwixt fear and reality Like the imminent grip of Death around my wrist Groping my wrist Grasping Gripping...Lingering tastes & lingering scents, lingering memories & lingering hopesTrapping me in the conquests of the pastPlease let me goLet me goLet go...
Confessions of a Liar I didn't want to believe it I didn'tI didn't know why I couldn't cry when I felt sadI didn't know why it felt plastic whenever I smiledI didn't know why I suddenly felt jadedI didn't want to believe I lied to myself when I said I wasn't I lied to you when I smiled at your goodbye I lie to them when I say I'm okay I didn't want to believe it I didn'tI don't want to believe it but Truth cannot be lied toAnd Time can only be lied to for so longIt took me seven days to be able to crySeven days to write the words that my hands wanted to write but my lips would not saySeven days of denialOf being depressed about the wrong thingsI didn't want to believe itI didn't I told you I was glad Fate gave us a few days I lied I told myself I wouldn't want it any other way I lied
QuiverA single leaf quivers to the groundcarried upon the shoulders of the four windsshelled by their silent reveriesurrendered to its echo amidst the age of the forest.Buried beneath the whisper of the skylain upon the soft green hair of Gaia.An eternal ovation to the wreckage of Autumnlives in the youth of Spring.Thread upon, long forgotten by peonsignorant to a world ...... once lost... once saved... once a memory to a leaf... once alive.
To The Deviant CommunityAmidst a billion screams are the whispered fewWhispers carried by the wind and ocean blueWho live their lives each day by dayWith friends that know not of their secret playThey spy a smile, a twinkle or twoBut none suspect the fellowship in youCaught in a world, in a land of our ownThey escape the plight of our crumbling stoneA realm where there is no dark, no lightA fellowship that needs no touch, no sightThey meet and bond in their timeless escapeAvoiding the horror of a mother's rapeAmidst a billion screams lay a whispered fewWhose whispers meet whispers in an unlikely brew.