Is all just a lie.
Why do you lie?
Why did you lie,
To me, dipshit?
You really piss me off.
You really fuck me up.
Yet I will do the same.
I will fuck you up.
You lied
But worse yet...
You lied to me.
I will condemn you.
You know what hurts?
The way I can still feel you
Touching me.
Get you cold hands off.
You fucking liar.
And I
Condemn you
I wanna freak you; I'll freak you wherever you want.
Placing my kisses all over you, caressing you so nice and slow.
Oh how I want you, girl there's something I want you to know.
I wanna hold you; I want you inside of these arms
I'm dying to taste you, I can't deny.
Can't get you out of my mind, please let me hold you
Cause I need your lovin tonite.
What we gonna do is a clue
Whatever comes to my mind
Will be yo hot spots I gotta find
I wanna open up your box
Make the bed sound like pop-rocks
I only want you
I wanna get in you
Cause nany when I am done it's gonna be some sexual fun
Ravenous mind, sex crazed thoughts still burn out of control, dreamlike, soft-flight,
feather kisses as I lance the eagerness of our friendship's demise. Blue is the coolness that
sets in your eyes time is the disease that tears at my side. -David Poe
the moon that glows...your mind is full of everything that I want to know...I just had to let
you know...I just had to tell you so...you're my butterfly...fly, fly, fly...--Lenny Kravitz
I was numb and sick
And where he'd left his promise
Life did not turn or kick.
The seed, the seed of love was sick.
The second month my eyes were sunk
In the darkness of despair,
And my bed was like a grave
And his ghost was lying there.
And my heart was sick with care.
The third month of his going
I thought I heard him say
'Our course deflected slightly
On the thirty-second day---'
The tempest blew his words away.
And he was lost among the waves,
His ship rolled helpless in the sea.
The fourth month of his voyage
He shouted grievously
'Beloved, do not think of me.'
The flying fish kingfishers
Skim the sea's bewildered crests,
The whales blow steaming fountains,
The seagulls have no nests
Where my lover sways and rests.
We never thought to buy and sell
This life that blooms or withers in the leaf,
And I'll not stir, so he sleeps well,
Though cell by cell the coral reef
Builds an eternity of grief.
But oh! The drag and dullness of my Self;
The turning seasons wither in my head;
All this slowness, all this hardness,
The nearness that is waiting in my bed,
The gradual self-effacement of the dead.
By: Dreamcatcher