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Monday, July 30, 2018

Sex... and the like

A fuck is a fuck - not so?
What's that you say? making love?
What's that?
What is this alien term?
I am a male, with no better intentions than to use and abuse. 
What's that you say? 
Women have feelings too?
yeah, so what?
My mission in life is to invade your hope, perpetrate your heart, and kill your love
Squash your love like a bug, a meaningless insect underneath my heel
While I enjoy my screw, my fuck, while I am having sex...
I know you will be making love, because I am a male

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

My Lover

Dark as a moonless night
Blue eyes sparkling with the clarity of a mountain stream
Deep and reflective like wells of moonlit water
Extravagant as a string of pearls

Monday, July 16, 2018

11

When we first met, you were to me another person
Another person who was special, but not so special that I would give my heart and soul to you alone
Then something amazing happened which made you someone with who I'd share my entity with
I'm still not quite sure what it was.

All I know is that it had to do with your music.
Not just the glorious music which your voice and mind exude
But the music of your wondrous self - your love, your humour, your kind spirit, and your hands
Your hands which are so sensual that their touch brings shivers to the whole of me
Your hands which embody your caring, sensitivity, and affection for everything dear to you

With merely your hands beckoning me to you, my whole body responds in eager anticipation of you
My mind is your playground, every word you utter in sincerity or in play has a thousand different meanings for my intelligence.

When I am with you or near you, your presence is enough to calm me and protect me from all that perturbs me

My wish now is that I can always be able to hear your sacred music and have my hands meeting yours in an action of unending ecstasy and love 



Thursday, July 12, 2018

6

Your voice, soft and caring, brushes over my ear lobe, into the inner cavity of my brain
Penetrating, resounding
Your every word means so much to me
Your every action, your every thought
Who would have thought someone as fickle as me could find a soulmate and life-partner so true and caring
Truly you are a gift from God
Magnetic eyes and clear-cut features completing your beautiful profile
I thank God with everything inside of me
If you desert me I shall indeed be devoid of use, starved, wrought of life and strength.
But now I have you to hold and comfort
And I'll love you as long as I hold you
Until my willow tree shrivels to leave me unprotected, uncared for, dry
To perish in a world of non-believers 


Monday, July 2, 2018

8

Your crystal blue eyes pierce the darkness of the night
Invade the depths of my sanity
And penetrate the impenetrable cavities of my heart
Friends can turn into lovers, this you have proven time and time again
I have wept all the tears in my being
And now, I feel alone, dry and barren
Barren of you love for me, and my love for myself
Like a withered rose petal, I find myself falling to the ground, twisting and twirling in the agony of lost love
As the winds of despair infiltrate and defeat my soul