Category Archives: Poetry

I like to play in the dark deep end just as much as the light. I test my own depths to make sure I come out alright.

And like the waves fall forward and pull back again, No matter how far out it goes, no matter the land it can touch, It will constantly come back wanting to kiss the sand. Like a sweet salty ocean break, you move me.

It’s like the sky cracks open and warm glowing lights spill out from between my legs with electric vibrations rushing through my veins, pouring all over me, all over you, controlled by you, only for you. My breath is pulled out from my chest and I am taken to another planet, all my senses eruptContinue reading “You bring the heat”

Press the button, press the soft spot. My eyes watching your movements with my hands gliding slowly across the sides of you, Gliding the edges of your skin. I’m sliding along you. I’m smelling you as my chest presses closely. I’m feeling you, I’m concentrated. I’m pushing softly now. Weight balanced, legs holding… my handsContinue reading “Press Play.”

Walking to my space, I greet you at the door. Quietly holding back, quietly undressing you. I satisfy the urge with soft kisses. I feel you. I’m delicate now, as I move through the motions, silent. My words calculate my thoughts carefully. I’m watching. I’m selective and soft for it. As I crawl upon you,Continue reading “Selective and Soft”

I’ll keep this up until it doesn’t feel good anymore. I’ll do it until it hurts too much. I’ll ride this wave until the water swallows me whole and your light goes out. Then is when I’ll give no more.

I dream of your skin. Your touch. Your face. I dream in color, and it’s full and smooth and sweet and wet. I dream of our mouths together, holding each other tight. Our hands touching, tongues tasting. I dream of our breath exchanging, perfectly syncing the ebb and flow. I dream of feeling you slideContinue reading “daydreams, scene 142”

Just go with what I ask of you. After all… I’m only a subject.  Right? :::nowiswhenyouwhispermesweetnothings::: :::nowiswheniletyoufoolme:::

I thought I was built for this. I thought I had a deep rooted “when all else fails” mentality of what to do and who to become that was full grown and encompassed. I thought I could shed the light, onto myself and others. I thought I was made for this. To be a fighter,Continue reading “Time”

I’ll quit. I’m not going to be pretty, I’m not going to be nice. I’ll just quit. I’ll fall apart, I’ll be anxious. I’ll make quick steps. I’ll be raw. I’m going to quit you. I’ll be circumcised. Cut from the cord. Craving the glory. Desperate and lovely. Breaking the bond. Breaking our hearts. I’llContinue reading “Lover”