Nightfall – Grip of the illicit

“I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves … 
something very romantic about it” – Gerard Way

“Drugs are a bet with your mind.” – Jim Morrison

   

indiscreet-girl

Your legs are splayed in graphic way

Wanting to leave this world, come and play

Scoring your hits under the dark world
Flying inhibition burned in pink pearl

Reaching for your body magnificent

I’m held at bay by your habit’s descent

Changing fondled object of desire

Picking at your curves, soft skin on fire

Tears are my lover as you fade from sight

Pleasure was ours until you hid in your night

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Nightfall – Grip of the illicit

“I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves … 
something very romantic about it” – Gerard Way

“Drugs are a bet with your mind.” – Jim Morrison

   

indiscreet-girl

Your legs are splayed in graphic way

Wanting to leave this world, come and play

Scoring your hits under the dark world
Flying inhibition burned in pink pearl

Reaching for your body magnificent

I’m held at bay by your habit’s descent

Changing fondled object of desire

Picking at your curves, soft skin on fire

Tears are my lover as you fade from sight

Pleasure was ours until you hid in your night

We Are One – Intimate fusion of we

“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.” – Jim Morrison

 

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I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head

The other, finding its way down the silken trails 

of your neck, your breasts, your hips

Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly 

finding all of you

My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,

Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate

Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,

I join with you, deep in your love, 

my kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,

Drawing a touch of red from my excitement

We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion bind us

Twisting, pushing, feeling, holding, tasting, teasing

Dancing with rhythm, a steadily increasing tempo, 

hypnotic, enticing

I see in your eyes, mischievousness, excitement, 

an appetite for more of me

Falling into you, the branches of our intimacy

Fuel a raging fire, our worlds warmed 

with its white hot glow

The lust driving our souls, planets crashing together

Creating a fusion, elements not on either, now on both,

We are one

Also published in Broowaha

12292011