kitten toes

When I first saw you,

I was (so) amazing; confident 

and lovely.(Despite 

life’s bitter ironies).

Then we started talking, – 

and (baby) – I was charming.

I swept you off your feet.

(You let me bask in that façade).

Then, somewhere between Romance 

and Reality-my silhouette 

(was) forged in 

your eye…

(While,) my “I”-

finds you outstanding…

(There is no question, why).

The best things in this world

have been redefined, 

in your image.
  

 
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“FRAGILE!”

 How would you act, 

if you knew that

you held, 

my heart 

in your (all 

too careless)

hands? 

 

                             (Steady Baby, )–I

                                   would guard it

                                    with

                                           my

                                                 own…


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A WORD ABOUT FLESH…

Rapture holds
passion, not
infidelity.
(You have become
my forsaken
malady).

Ravish me.

The heat (is nearly
crippling).
I’m kissing,
your neck, (when)
my tongue finds the
sharp definition of your
Adam’s apple…Tastes-
so sweet, (and
so wonderful),
beneath the stubble
on (your neck),
your sculpted jaw,
and the other
delectable parts of you.
The salt of
sweat, leaves a hint,
in my mouth. Testosterone,
magnetic pheromones,
(fill up my sinuses,
head, and my throat).
And this divinity, almost
makes me forget, about
the pleasure I feel, every time
you move your hips.

Ravish me,
baby.

And slippery high moments,
that pale me-(just).
Pierce me.
Impale me, again and again.
It’s the flesh in my body, and
the ice in my soul.

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Frustration: (Enter Stage Left)

I’m gonna give it up,
because, “I likes you”, but…
I don’t . I love the
things that you, could do, to me:
but-won’t. There’s not
enough, (of you), to come
around my (back-ward,
dirt-road, no-excuse-for-a)
back-door.

Upon the knee
of optimism: “it’s
more colourful
than I thought”…
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DISCORD THROUGH ME

I was so happy to
see you. I’d been,
thinking about you-
(but, had no way
to reach you).
So I waited.
(im)patiently-incidentally,
it was worth it.

I’d love to romance,
about the things,
that we did-(but,
I fear that
my kids, will
stumble upon it…). And
you just don’t seem
like the romantic-type.
(I see you more as), a
hardcore, (sweet),
dangerous-
sexy, delicious-
type…(that would be
MY type). What a savoury
coincidence. And since,
I’m baring all of
my self-
ish, soulful thoughts…
I think I might
adore you.
Your strength, and,
your bad habits…But, mostly,
it’s the rest of you…
that gets me so
distracted.
(But, you already knew that).

My thoughts of you,
are filthy.
Filthy, deviant,
and base.
Far too lewd to pass,
through my
sweet,
cherry
lips…

(The irony, of course,is

that you will probably never

even

see this).

 

 

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