my gentle touch the trembling hand
a warming breeze, the scented wind
with knees apart I'd squeeze right in.
Eyes closed dreaming you're feeling so proud
the climax that moves you to scream out loud
juices that douse the penetrating heat
that part that you swallow the best of me
wrapped as I am in that part of you
when we're together it's like I always knew.
I feed off your energy as you thaw from my heat
with eyes locked and crying there's no need to speak.
Youthful exuberance meets the jaded and scarred
that moment in time as we ride through the stars
I'd pluck dreams from a moon-beam to put in your hand
as the white-wash that is me pounds your flesh that is sand.
Watching you sleep the rise and the fall
I dare to wake you, to beg for more
you tired eyed and grinning, sighing my name
pliant and willing for more of the same.
If I had a zipper in my chest I'm sure my heart you'd steal
the friends I'd gathered round you'd turn to pigs so they could squeal
these balls of mine you'd chill 'til tears had filled my eyes
my tongue and lips, my gentle hands, would never touch your thighs.
Your pussy that seems so inviting has legs and a life its own
to split its fur and taste its life, I'd take my fill as I went down.
My stiff and aching muscles that fit your hand just right
a treasure trove both yours and mine hides an inch away from sight.
The spikes full of hate that fire up their veins
like memories of friends they'll never see again
makes distance and time too vast to bridge
the truth like sweat that beads on their lips.
Alarm bells unanswered scare life from the night
a cat among pigeons when the able take flight
footprints in sand that vanish in waves
you've all seen the sign that says "Jesus saves"???
How frail the victims mind
solitude with time to find
and end to meaning
what means the end
lies in haste that waste the friend.
Doors they've slammed shut to keep out your cold
the stare of sure eyes, what you're told, "We've been told"
the unseen unending that leads to your door
in a life over-burdened that screamed out for more
in a world where your name became somewhere to hide
to the brink of extinction on the back of a lie.
Times when you felt surrounded by death
both those present and absent having trouble with their breath.
Rats in the nest so hide the young
take to flight on songs unsung.
Thanks unuttered from mouths uncluttered with feelings and without.
The silence yawns like St Peters gate
well used and worn and sworn to hate.
A favourite with favours
a saviour to savor
the messiah pariah
a whipping boy for you.
A whiplash smile and the scars you bear
hibernation
the wear and tear.
Drawn and quartered
fatted
slaughtered.
Feed the armies that march on a stomach
a stomach for war
the stench of gore
a hard-on for the feel of death
the climax on a final breath.
Peeled back and on debut
personal bloodletting in public view
your sins forgiven so forgive yourself.
It's never your fault you were too impressed.
Impressed upon, beyond impression
feelings inside beyond expression.
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