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Always Down The Front
There’s always one isn’t there
Slopping beer all over his shoes
He’s jostling for position
Hand secure upon the barrier
But his shoulders aren’t quite through
Because a fangirl, already half cut
Is hogging space for two
Arms are sleeves of coloured ink
Hair is blonde and striped in pink
Boobs are large and cupped in lace…
He might try conversation
“I love your tats; the skull, the eagle
...
Friday 30th October 2015 9:05 pm
Smokey Mirrors and Lust
Over and over again the word disappoints me
Friday 11th September 2015 1:22 pm
- For my sleeping Savannah.
Sleep my lovely, and dream my lovely.
Close your eyes and see, my lovely.
See the fifth dimension that has formed within you,
See the universe behind your eyes.
See the truth behind the lies, see the world without disguise.
- Stars dance, in a floating sway.
Creating a rip through the milky way.
Black holes begin to turn and swirl,
...Monday 24th August 2015 7:04 pm
A LOVERS EMBRACE
To feel her warm and gentle hand
upon your smiling face,
her tender loving caress is like
a sweet and soothing grace.
Teasing, as your fingers
trace a tantalizing trek
along her silken stockings
as you tenderly kiss her neck.
Gazing into enchanting eyes
so deep with dark desire,
whirling pools of life and lust,
dancing in dangerous fires.
A hint o...
Saturday 25th July 2015 1:46 pm
You are my desire
Touching your skin feels so intense
Leaves my breath hanging in suspense
Eyes sparkling with a fiery delight
Within me the love does ignite
Thinking about us each and every day
Jenny is so beautiful in every way
Truly she is a wonderful lady
This I know and I don’t mean maybe
With those beautiful lips of desire
My heart races like wildfire
Attraction burning...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:13 pm
that secret
a wronged wash in the what might have been
where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide
and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky
cannot disguise the well-practiced curses
with the pre-packed presumption of lilies
and static
abstract amongst the sheets
your limbs offer a confusion of choice
where context is lost
besides t...
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:23 pm
Demon I can't live without
“Looking at you is like looking at myself in the mirror. Only that you’re the demon in me where I wanted to cast away. But then again, you are also the drugs I can’t live without.”
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:55 am
Sex and Cigarettes
The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...
Monday 27th April 2015 10:07 pm
Golden Boy
Golden boy, your hair is perfectly curled, do you know that?
And golden boy I can’t see because your shine blinds me even in a room full of people
You’ll never see the sun in my eyes, like I do yours
Your blue eyes pierce into me like a fallen icicle in the middle of a snow storm
But at the same time my hands feel sweaty, like I am lost in the Sahara desert
Oh, golden boy, with hair...
Monday 12th January 2015 3:04 pm
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