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Empyrean
her wanton eyes gaze patiently with salacious intent as my steady hands relieve the burden of curbing clothes, only to expose a milky sky, a sky stained by many constellations of melanin stars. suddenly, I harbor an alluring notion to daringly decode the divine display and ascertain the meaning of each array; I desire to taste the celestial dazzles of her freckled spots, to play a game of connect the dots with my tongue, before our bodies compromise and come… undone.
Tranquility
If you ever find it difficult to believe that this isn’t as bad as it seems to be, if there's a time you unlearn the ability to assertively move your little feet, if the sky is falling and you’re scared to fucking death like me, just imagine our bodies floating in an ocean of tangled sheets and your trembling arms holding on for dear life as if I’m a buoy when you’re lost at sea, if you’re terrified, my love, just lay your head to rest on my therapeutic chest and close your eyes, if you’re afraid, just lie still and hear my heart, feel it slow beat by beat as we speak of nothings so sweet, repressing our fears, our doubts and uncertainties until our minds find peace before we serenely fall asleep… together.
Bound
I am lost to you and within you; my strings entwined into yours like ivy vines on a lattice fence. and my soul, it overflows with a demand for interweaving limbs and entangled tongues, not because of liberated lust, but because my being yearns to fleshly express what my words cannot: we, two, are synergistically one, and to unravel is unachievable even if we shatter what has become of us, but why should we try when we’re greater than both our parts’ sum?
Thin
Hear the fragile glass doubt shatters beneath your feet as I’m ready to dodge fatal shards only to catch your fall, wondering if hope can truly mend what’s been marred. If this brutal hymn of agony echoes endlessly, I’ll eject the tape, smash it—player and all. And in the quiet aftermath, you might ponder our place in this sadistic maze, asking yourself if love can erase the doubt that lingers like venom of unrelenting ache, yet I urge you, reach— trust that it’s just within arm’s length. I’ll guide your wings if your vision cannot get any clearer, if you don't feel as fucking beautiful as the woman you see in the mirror. And while we find the route out of this little hell, this abyss with air that bites, begging us to be quitters, we'll build a story that in time we shall tell, so don't delay in hopes that uncertainty's resentment becomes slightly less bitter, because we don't owe this world a single thing, not even to each other, not even after the intense embrace and a first kiss of a constant lover.
Like Fucking Crazy
It’s how much I want you, how much I need you next to me, or on top of me, under me, or touching me in any possible which way. It’s how much I crave to taste you, to have your flavor upon my devilish lips, my saliva wet upon salacious skin. It’s how much I yearn to hear you either in meek conversation or releasing impassioned tones, breathing heavily in sync with me, or just… breathing. It’s how much I desire to smell you as our bodies ephemerally swirl to stifle scarlet passions, to awaken a fervid lust for symphonic sighs as I free the melodies by striking your chorus with a benevolent baton. It’s how much I wish to gaze upon a silhouette radiating sultriness as it loses itself viscerally against mine. It’s how much I ache for your ravishing kiss, how much I'm already addicted to it.
Fighting
you’re stuck in a purgatory for poets with paralytic pens, and the only way to exoneration is to relearn the beauty of words. so you reach for her, one syllable at a time; you scream to be heard, yearning for one tiny chance to eloquently galvanize her with salient lines. and as you scrawl your verse, you feel yourself clawing deliberately inch by inch out of this atrocious abyss of creative clutter and unoriginality. you’d burn everyone else to fucking ashes just for the littlest edge to be the one to tell your muse you went through impossible hells to find the deepest and most genuine ways to string together letters that’d give her heart a melt. and once you do, you find yourself in the glitter of her eyes and finally appreciate the half a million minutes contemplating how to win the warmth of her arms and her soul alight, completely lost…
in her paradise.
Lucidity
How does one reap the love of a unicorn when one’s so unrefined and too uncouth? For I’m Paul Cezanne’s Turning Road as the fear of feeling complete is poison. Is this terror eating away at you too? Because he conquers who conquers himself, yet the waves are roaring louder, crashing, engulfing as if I’m Perseus cast out to sea. But as she grabs me out, the roars become trumpets and the overture is an encore of a perfect melody, with all the clouding static instantly forgotten.
Transmutation
If I had the superpower to alter matter, rather it was a place, person, or thing, you would be the only entity in this universe I would never change
Clairvoyancy
she allows me to kiss her neck and I only wish for the expertise to brilliantly express these feelings and notions, my tumultuous ocean, through lavish lips and my tongue’s truest motion.
if only these buds could telepathically convey as they savor her taste, so veraciously.
if only her neck could feel my truths as my mouth sucks her skin, so tenaciously.
if only my spit could quench her qualms with hope and promise, so deliciously.
If only her wits could grasp my anguish when my tongue maneuvers, so voraciously.
If only, clairvoyantly.
If only.
Lyrical
"Slow things down or speed them up," "because these words were never easier for me to say." "I thought we could wait for the fireworks," "pretend it’s alright, and stay in for the night." "I can feel your energy from two planets away," "but two eggs don’t last like the feeling of what we need." "Now you’ve found a new star to orbit." "MakeDamnSure" "and we’ll all float on alright," "because I’ve seen love die way too many times."
"I’ve seen love die way too many times."
Dilatory
Standing on the edge with secrets to share, deep truths tucked away in my clandestine heart, but fear held me back, a daunting shadow cast by a necessary step to close a heavy door on a broken past because this was the week I went to family court, 19 months it took to finalize my divorce. but there was a moment in this wonderful weekend when silence embraced and I wished for your heart to see through my haste, for even in turmoil, hope can flicker and glow and perhaps, in my honesty, a new chapter might grow… but just not this month, yet I swear to myself the next blessed day when I’ll see you face to face, I’ll unleash my veracities unadulterated and not half-baked. So until then, please, do not feel unwanted or disparaged, for I'm the lottery winner who won the maid of honor out of the marriage (note to self, edit ending)
Liquid Silk
A lady awaits in a black night dress, anticipating the jolt relayed by my tongue's caress. I feel her eyes aching for my charms, longing badly for the warmth from reassuring arms. I melt to lust her whispers carry when my jeans unzip and well within, her digits tarry. I taste her lips to content my thirst, as my roguish hand reaches heavenward up her skirt. My fingers soak by juice so thready, the sweetest hint, passion's wink that my love is...
ready.
Teeth
the wind out here on this barren beach is relentlessly biting, but that’s not what has got its teeth deep into me. that distinction belongs to doubt as it’s naggingly there like popcorn kernel pieces stuck unforgivingly within crevices of gum. i want to bite back whether i nip these insecurities in the bourgeoning bud before it infests my brain or if i sink my incisors into your eager lip during a violent but vibrantly doting kiss
Virtuoso
Play my eighty-eight for my devotion to you will never be gray but always black and white. Bear down my ebony whenever your words fall flat or your thoughts feel sharp. Force soundly my ivory whenever you need a beat or a melody of moans. Dip my hammers gently; caress me slow, songsmith, for a pure and sensuous ballad. Otherwise, pound me roughly; rock my strings, composer; perform your most carnal of overtures. Regardless, feel my weight as your press against me... Learn how to play my keys in every desirable way.
Serrated
Although they sparkle like celestial specks against an inky sky, your dagger eyes epitomize the saying “if looks could kill.” Because if they did, Charon the ferryman would've escorted me across the river Styx to Hades’ underworld a hundred times over. And yet, I’d still feel inexplicably content if it meant I was given the propitious chance for the rarified comfort of your electric gaze. Even with two left feet, it’s a desired dance between love, awe, and quiet dread, between panic and pure reverence.
Alaskan Snow
I lathe your body in lubricant so flavorful, then leach slowly onto the lamina of your meaty leg, sucking harder as I meander up your thigh. A lancing glance from judging eyes, as my hands, they tremble for what is to be done, but I won’t atone for the use of my tongue. My teeth tarry as I taste you, gripping onto limbs, and breaking your shell, penetrating, while I reach farther inside. I rip your body apart, and tear more meat from cartilage, savoring your delicate flavor as your juices trickle down my chin. I finish, wipe my mouth, and discard what is left of you into the bucket provided for your carapace.