maybe when she grabbed my ass
I should have asked if she meant it.
cuz it felt like she really did
mean it,
but
i guess she just wanted a piece
of me,
and she got it,
good.
Category: Eros
at your side
the spectre
of loss weighs heavier
each day.
a thousand sunsets and
a thousand embraces and
a thousand moments
are now no more.
a shallow pain,
secreted
away
so deep,
struggles
to slip free.
love lost,
perhaps.
a new beginning,
indeed.
Strutter Step
juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
the great game
each
passing
beat slips
the wisdom of solitude
further
away,
consumed by fear, and
hope.
lessons
painted lovingly
or
cruelly seared,
all fade
under the silent passings
of nights inumerable.
a cold hardness
grants succour
until Dawn's
golden smile brushes
past once again.
the beauty we find..the beauty we hide
Love
It
All
Nonstop
(full stop)
the call / der ruf
beckoning so sweet
with the wisdom of butterflies
and posies.
how could I resist?
so I answer
with love.
and hugs.
and a dog.
Thank you ‘Mina
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winkt so süß
mit der Weisheit der Schmetterlinge
und
Blumenstrauß.
wie könnte ich widerstehen
also antworte ich
mit Liebe.
und Umarmungen.
und ein Hund.
Danke ‘Mina
a drought of desire
calm inferno
races rampant
across skin and
soul;
triumphant once more.
seeking
no longer.
longing
for naught.
free.
may that tempest ne'er drown me
again in lust
and want, and
love.
there's work to do.
Skein of Fear
be you twisted
up tightly
(with Fate's knots loosely undone),
or soaring
swiftly away
from your golden reward,
love's failing exacts a price
too heavy
to bear alone.
cracks
there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul,
but you are not broken.
though
some rivulets of
feeling spill
over,
you remain
whole.
so come,
with all your scarred perfection,
and let us explore
a fractured past,
tell tales,
and share a kiss that will last
for eternity.
let us polish these cracks
with love's wild caress.
misty rendez-vous, without you
a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air,
lighting the truth within
our dreams.
a tender
longing, tugging
soft
at sweet opportunity
let slip
away,
craving
those firm memories
of
what could
have been.
so we trace gentle
upon Her ouroboros of sensuality,
sinuously towards
fait accompli,
and
rejoice,
set free
to be you,
and
me.
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