Your Heart... Is His

You gave him your heart

You might as well give him your lungs, your kidneys, your brain, your body

What on earth do you need those for?

Why did you give him your heart?

Don’t you need that?

If he loved you he wouldn’t of grabbed it out your hand with dirty fingernails

Do you know how it feels to have someones heart beating in your palm? 

He didn’t know what to do with it so he closed his fist & crushed it

Wordsmith

I loved his past soo much
I forgot about our future
I was so wrapped up in his words
I feared his actions
Whatever he told me became the new testament

My Santa Monica Dream |

Time restricts us

Energy connects us

The fallacy of clocks do not apply to us

You have become the stars that look upon me at night through my windowpane

I eagerly look back in the midst of darkness welcoming your light into my room each night

You make me feel like a child on the playground

I just wanna stay down in this daze

Perhaps on a bed

Laying with you

I thirst for you 

I used to think I was insane because I fell for your essence soo quickly

But I pity those who will never get to experience your divine entity

Butterflies line my stomach as I write this for my King

We will go through transformations together in the midst of our separation

Beneath your skin

In your chest

Their lies a heart beating me for me

Longing for my supreme touch and gentle kisses

I want to experience you in the most beautiful way

My lips were meant for you to caress

For you to experience

I imagine us nose to nose

While you contemplate the perfect time to float with my canvas

Spiritually

Sexually

Mentally - I've already decided you're the one that was destined for me

I just want your head between me as I twist your hair

While you kiss my legs beside your cheekbones

This is not a poem but a mere expression how I feel for you - right now

It will change

Feelings will shift

Emotions will develop

But I know it will only intensify for you

You have become the root of my new-found love

You are the King of my dreams

He..

He so intricately described my female form.

A delicate delicacy of flowers in full bloom.

Scorned Lover(s)

I hope when you're fucking her, it's me that you feel

I hope the scent of my body overpowers hers

I smile because the taste of her lips could never match mine

She doesn't scream as loud

Or bite as softly
I know you still call out my name in your mind

I wonder if she knows you like being kissed behind your earlobe

When she looks in your eyes 

I hope your love doesn't intensify

For you and I have had something that couldn't be replaced

You leaving me was a mistake

You see, you'll find out when you're fucking her, not me

Love vs. Lust..

He who provides both love & lust is dangerous. 
Because if the love were to fade, that lust will have you crawling right back.
On your knees. 
Love. Yeah love is sweet, soft and beautiful. 
But lust. 
That shit will have you up at nights fiending, itching for a fix. 
Sometimes you want what makes you feel better, even if it's for the night. 
Lust can appear as love when its in your face or between your legs..

The day was, 

Saturday, July 4th, 2009 @ 11:09pm.

I love you like a mid-summers day

Peaceful, serene, harmonious

Your body has tremendous respect for mine

As you worship my temple

Pleasing my every need

Inviting my touch

Welcoming my scent

You softly glide over my innocent frame

Going soft but slow

Forming a pristine peace

Delicate rhythm 

You put me first

As a friend

Than a lover

Respecting my being

Believing

That I'm your one and only

Provides a humble closure

Each day

As I look into your kind, curious eyes

I discover something so profound 

New

I feel protected 

In a love so true

I lust after you like a smoldering hot day in July