Words always fall short
Not enough feeling
Not enough passion
A vague notion
Of what we want to express
These sounds we call words
They fail us at times
Missing the mark
Yet at times
They pierce our hearts
They rip our emotions
They shatter our spirits
Words can build
They can mend
At times they warm us
But words have always failed
To express what I feel
For you
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
It's the desire in your eyes
It's the warmth of your thighs
That keeps me holding on
It's the scent of your hair
It's your body laid bare
That makes these feeling spawn
So go ahead and moan
While you feel your body groan
I'll be gentle only for a while
For when the time is right
Love will put you in flight
It all begins with your smile
It's the warmth of your thighs
That keeps me holding on
It's the scent of your hair
It's your body laid bare
That makes these feeling spawn
So go ahead and moan
While you feel your body groan
I'll be gentle only for a while
For when the time is right
Love will put you in flight
It all begins with your smile
Friday, October 7, 2011
"It doesn't stain" she said
As the blood dripped on her dress
Her hair a disaster
panting
squealing
Oh the sounds coming from that thing
it was a thing right?
It had no limbs
She had cut those off
So does that make it a thing?
Its eyes are wild and full of fear
a pleading in the cornea
The scream that was stuck in its throat
bubbled and hissed
and the hollow feeling in me grew
even when
the light faded from those eyes
When she turned to kiss me
it was like nothing happened
her skin warm and slippery
her lips salty and hot
So what if she's a monster
She's beautiful and young
She keeps ME young
I tell myself I love her
even now
as my blood pours out
As the blood dripped on her dress
Her hair a disaster
panting
squealing
Oh the sounds coming from that thing
it was a thing right?
It had no limbs
She had cut those off
So does that make it a thing?
Its eyes are wild and full of fear
a pleading in the cornea
The scream that was stuck in its throat
bubbled and hissed
and the hollow feeling in me grew
even when
the light faded from those eyes
When she turned to kiss me
it was like nothing happened
her skin warm and slippery
her lips salty and hot
So what if she's a monster
She's beautiful and young
She keeps ME young
I tell myself I love her
even now
as my blood pours out
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