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Meet Me in the Fields…

Oh lover, I have looked into the eyes of pure bliss and pleasure. I met you in secret, in the fields of weed flowers where we rolled around, temporarily forgetting the world. I feel no pain in this meeting while you stroke two fingers down my back.

Pushing my hair behind my ears, you trigger chill bumps that shiver up my spine the same way they shivered up my spine years ago. When you are apart from me, I envision the next time we will meet and my clothes will peel from my skin.

Tell me you’ll meet me here again tomorrow where our eyes can meet once more.

I can’t fathom any second of my world if you are not in it. Every adventure we embark on is a dream in which I check off of my list.

Pull your body as close to mine as is humanly possible. Press your lips so firmly against mine, that I need to come up for air.

Build this life with me climbing each and every mountain together.

Make love to me as if it will be the last time, each time.

I remember each and every field we’ve walked in, each path we’ve discovered, and envision the limitless life that can be ahead of us.

I would smile walking with you in a hurricane, laughing as we run from the rain. This life we are building is exciting and fills me with hope. A hope I have never experienced before. When I say I love you, it’s a feeling I can’t explain. It’s a word I have never used in the way I am using it for you.

When I am speaking of you and I say family, it is new because it is a family feeling that I have never had with anyone else. It means future, a finality, eternal.

I will adventure with you til the end of my days as long as you remember to meet me in the fields when things get tough. As long as your hand is in mine while we walk or crawl through the hard journeys. I’ll hold you up when you need strength, and take care of you like you deserve, because you fulfil these same loves in my life.

I love you. I love us. And I love this life we are building. And if we ever get separated, you will know where to find me…….

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Ghost Lover

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You rip my blouse without evening touching me..

Sweat drips from my body without a single finger laid upon it.

How can I be running down this path in the woods feeling both euphoria and the deepest saddness

I have ever felt, at the same time..

You arch my back without being in the same room with me.

My thoughts of you seem to tide me over until the next time our fingers are puzzle-pieced together

Once again..

You lips must be dry and empty, because they haven’t been placed upon mine in some time now.

What is this love but a clawing in my skin?

I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.

I want it to rip me open like a machete hacking its victim with care and caress.

I want it to take me to a daydream that is inescapable.

Unavoidable…inevitable….ineluctable…ineliminiable….inexorable….

In all of the ways that I have tried to fight it, I want it to consume me in a finality and completeness.

You run your hands violently around my throat without even speaking to me.

I won’t stop wanting.

I am stuck in this eternal loop of yearning.

I could speak unlimited words and ways that your lack of want makes me want more.

It causes me to disgust myself so much so that I don’t who is looking back at me in the mirror that

I regularly make it every point to avoid.

For God’s sake…..want me.

Want me or end me. For good.

Ravish me or push me off this cliff.

Because the pulsating within my body has became too much to bare.

Too much to relieve.

You burn my skin with those eyes. They don’t look at me. And when they do,

they burn a hole straight through me.

I’m reaching out for you.

Strip me bare and naked and do what you must.

In an instant, I’ll drop what task I am pretending, and I will rake this kitchen table of each item.

If you would only slam our bodies into it.

You take everything from me without even noticing you took it..

I am swollen and sore, without you even getting up from your chair.

My imagination is drowning in thoughts of places I am not.

A preoccupation of sorts that is destroying me when I snap back to this empty room.

I try to remember what our hands feel like clasp together….

I chain myself to this chair to prevent myself from making the first move again.

I’ve never been so rejected and so loved and so invisible at the same time.

I don’t love me right now.

I don’t hate me right now.

I don’t know me right now.

Do you?

I am not coming down off this ledge until you make me.

Ball up your fist, and punch me right in the gut.

It is the equivalent of what I feel when I slip through these halls on my own.

I just felt your fingers slowly drift down my chest and stomach….

But you are asleep.

You have ghost hands that follow me around..

Sensing my yearning for just a moment of intimacy from just the tips of your fingers,

Just the slight wetness from your lips.

I want to dilate and descend your pupils just by the moan from the very throat that you are choking

the life from.

Claw these clothes right from my body.

They are simply in the way of the condensation that just your hello drinched me in.

I hear the echoes of our voices from long ago roaming these halls.

They are calling out to us to dance carelessly together, not worrying about the troubles that

Await us tomorrow.

Echo back ghost lover.

Scream into me. Widen my thighs with your standoffishness.

Slap me back into this room with you,

Or continue to break my neck with your silence.

Either way, I love.

Bulletproof, I take every stab. Every claw. Every suffocation you create in me.

Ghost lover, I’ll still be here. Dagger on my side.

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I Want To..

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I want to roll in all of the covers that separate our skin.

And I want to relish in each and every moment,

And all of the unknown held within.

This fast-forward motion,

With each day seeming to grow us closer.

This incredible devotion,

This love makes it hard for me to keep my composure.

You tantalize me,

When you aggressively grab my hair.

My body feels so free,

As we give into this laissez faire.

Everything finally feels right,

As we intertwine with every pant.

I want to hold on and grab tight,

Covet every second and breathe in each sweaty chant.

Every stroke of our bodies,

Is so alluring to me.

Forget everything going on, I want to be naughty,

This is serendipity.

Staring down at your dark eyes,

Takes me to another place.

Not scared to strip off my disguise,

And as everything becomes more intense, I want to look right at your face.

Watch me flip my hair back,

As I treat every inch of you how you deserve.

I want you pulled so close to me,

Not missing anything and making sure this is something we preserve.

Even though we’re finished my love,

I want to lay right here on your chest,

And you tell me right now this is kismet,

As your skin presses on my breast.

I want this every day with you,

And I never want it to end.

Keep looking at me today and always,

Never again having to pretend.

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The Mist

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The spirals of mystery in the midst of a fog.

Makes goosebumps crawl down my skin like a soft-handed man.

Clawing his way through my obstacles until sweat and fog are the same.

Unravel me in this timeless moment,

before the mist leaves us wanting.

I’ll meet you at the swamp, and there, we will find our mud.

Wading through every foot of the slump, creatures brushing our legs,

but we care not. Because the other side brings a sweet release.

The fog is yearning. It wraps me up til every inch of my skin not covered in swamp is wet

with envy.

I can bare the harsh vapor of this world no longer.

Press your lips to mine and give me sweet air.

From your lungs to mine.

Let me take it from you and I shall one day, return it in good faith.

We will share it like the last fruitful words from the trees.

And trees I know, because they told me so.

They speak to me in all of the their brown glory, shaking their leaves all around me.

The fog, it comes for them too. So now, we share in their sorrow as we sink into this swampy

abyss.

For the trees, rooted in their resting place, know that when this mist comes upon, their last

stand is literally just that.

But no matter.

You are here with me, and I with you, my soft-handed glory.

Sink into this love we are making and trust each stroke of my hair.

Roll around wet with your body pressed against mine, and when it is done,

this swamp will clear,

and we shall stand on top of clear waters…

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Sexual Healing (01-27-20) 

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Drag your fingers

down my back,

and back up around my neck.

Hold me tight

while I throw you down,

until your whole body is erect.

Tonight I’ll let

my imagination,

run free as

water in a stream.

Until I explode from the

inside out,

and push my body to the extreme,

Kiss my lips

and bite my neck,

as I make my way down

your hip,

and take your dick into my hand,

and lick around the tip.

Play with my breast,

then slide on down to

caress my thick hips.

Now take your hand

down to my pussy,

and feel my juices

with just the tip.

I wanna feel all of you

inside of me,

and for that I’ll wait no more.

So imagine, I will,

jumping on top of your dick,

and riding like a whore.

I won’t stop this ride,

until I hear us both scream together.

I’m almost there,

but even after that,

I could fuck you forever.

Now pull me close,

while I ride so rough and

we reach the end,

place your face inside my breasts,

and just focus there until you finish,

And let me do the rest.

My pussy is so wet

that when you release,

every drop belongs to me.

It swirls together,

fate’s beautiful seed,

like a solar system’s galaxy.

Now relax my love.

Imagining is over as we open

our eyes alone.

I will sit here and claw away at this world,

And count the minutes til

you are home.

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Hear My Call (8-16-18)

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And oh if we could only ever walk in these shadows.
These flashes of symmetry.

Oh what I would I give to follow only the shadows of your feet on this soggy earth.

To lead a life of simplicity with so much chaos.
And those who would defy the knowledge of these distant flashes, would someday bow down to the knocking of their dreams. The toss and turn of an imminent nightmare in which I already dwell. Beauty it is to me, this darkness.
And you, in all of your light, have your own shade of shadow. Can but only add to the  madness of this benevolence.
Your hand touching the ruins of a marked soul, each stroke writing a new line on this archaeography…
An armistice, if you will, between the likes of Azazel and God the father who cast him down.
Show mercy always my wilted lover, to this melting heart, in this boiling melting pot.

For love only breeds grace for as long as we feed it life.
Bite the nap of my neck like a sweet sugarplum, and I shall hold back my poison for all enemies who strike us.
And for you, I shall save every inch and every globule of essence my spirit could ever produce.
Once you have endulged me, we are tied as one in this walk. And no matter where we drift or journey, our spirits will call to the other…..