My lover, you left my body with a sweet kiss at my car, holding me in rapture until your fingertips press upon me like spellbound lyrics. My hips spin rhythmically in figure eights liquid on your strong sweet thighs. You alone electrify me. You're needle engraves me with a signature of heat and fluid. My lover, not my love.. You are the world to me in this moment.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Misinterpreted
I always wondered why
I could never recognize my own voice
Words escaped my lips only to be captured in a recording for all of time
I stood confused wondering what was real
Wondered which one you heard
When your words mingled with mine
I forget it all when your songs soothe me to sleep
Sunday, June 19, 2011
My bumble bee ride
Today was not just another ordinary day.
A day where hours felt like moments and moments lasted a lifetime.
Today should have been a troubled day.
Instead the bumble bee took me in little bits off the stamen
Rolled and bounced me through the sky to gently offer me to a swollen pistil.
Pleasure filled senses
Replacing forced solitude.
Today could have been such a different kind of day
If I had chosen the butterfly.
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