Devour the moist, Sugar-soft lips. Bathe in a delicious Flood of naked kisses.
Lick her blushing Porcelain skin, wet With vintage champagne And streaming with liquid caramel.
8 Jul 2009
Onto my bare white-chocolate skin A smear of honey sweat falls From the silky petal of your breast. Weak with lust I stare. Behold my sordid goddess; And me, worshipping your shadow.
Vast, perfumed clouds steam from below Moist delicious oceans flowing as wine. A deep breath devours an eternity of yesterdays. Fever melts every kiss into the folds of time.
Wild fire drinks any question of denial, Broken rhythm slows to honey sweetness. Lingering softly on porcelain skin, Desire fumbles blindly with each warm caress.
Make me plead. Make me melt as ice over a naked flame. Make my desire dance blindly from life Into an eternity of delicious secrets, As soft breath lingers on my steaming flesh.
Daughters of the wild darkness Embrace the vast, velvet universe; Pierce eternity with their spark; Poison the angels with a smile; Hold Life's secrets in perfumed hands; Sail oceans of fire in the sky of Time.
She, who haunts the thoughts of man, Her perfume lingers on the air, With soft voice and a poison tongue, Your dirty secrets, she lays bare. From those red, delicious lips Comes poetry of deep desire. She has you prisoner in her web Of piercing fever - wild like fire. So hot it melts your broken heart. Surrounded in her liquid breath, A naked, throbbing, joyless life, Yet you dare not beg for death...
Bathe in my dirty, delicious dream, Drink deep my liquid, perfumed stream. Squirm in the wild, throbbing fire Of soft kisses and steaming desire. Melt into my dark, velvet embrace, Linger on my moist and blushing face...
How softly a warm breath on the window Whispers of ghosts bathed in fire. Questions deep as night and vast as eternity Stream down the dirty glass. Secrets, dark as desire in wet, perfumed smoke Bleed into the blushing universe. Only fools speak of yesterday's angels Bourne away on dancing stars, Blind to the sacred poetry of time.
Fever devours your broken form; Fire pierces your porcelain smile as it melts Into a liquid stream of secret longing, Dark and delicious, as you lie naked Surrounded by questions that cut you to the bone. Yet soon desire decays time and self Leaving only oceans of clouds Bleeding into a sad sky, ablaze With the blinding morning star. All the night's tortures forgotten.
The porcelain moon, with one deep breath Brings the blushing day to its knees. In an endless sky, dark as Death The universe bathes in velvet seas. Dance to the piercing rhythm of night, Linger now on a delicious kiss For with morning comes a joyless life. Time always devours moments like this.
I have always had a fascination with language and the written word but I am plagued by the question : can I call myself a writer if I can't find the right words? That's what I'm here to find out.