alex

I love reading and writing and music.

[alexrocknrollstar]

When my old journal entries makes me cry because I'm just too proud of how far I've come.

[alexrocknrollstar]

Sickness and longing

In the darkness of the night

I hear the echoes of your voice,

I crave your crimson kisses

while I writhe at your mercy.

Carved limbs tied up

in your viscous grip

moonlight illuminates us

through sheerness of lacy curtains

swaying in the earth's sweet song,

envied by fairies and angles lingered.

I am a featureless creature,

loved by no one,

who sees the beauty in everyone.

Go mad for me.

Say i’m the only one for you

as your hand graces over golden locks

over and over, forever.

Silk skin burning

at the warmth of your embrace.

I want you to love me so much it makes you sick,

makes your thoughtless mind

drift your pretty eyes to sleep.

And catch glimpses of my pearly gaze,

adoring and admiring.

I see a hazy amalgamation

of lovers deluded

while I lose myself in the curvature of your warm spine.

But you don’t see me.

Why aren’t I there?

Must I conform to this lonely existence?

I want to rock you violently.

Scarlet nails

clawing into your manly shoulders.

I would demand you speak to me

the ways you truly feel,

list every though you ever had about me.

Pathetic, I know.

I can't help ache for you.

To be perfectly wedged

in the crook of your tenderly warm neck.

Mostly I want connection,

not necessarily with you,

perhaps with this silly potion

filled with different men, all men.

Mixed in the cauldron of my disturbed mind.

Pure fantasy,

far as I'm aware.