I want to see the world.

and there’s something beautiful in the idea

of getting lost in the city with you

cobblestone footsteps lost into the colors

of the foreign laughter

and i can’t speak their language

but with you, we need no words

Instinctive.

Oh carnal woman, burning temptations

with the dark smell of musky monday mornings

a room filled with things, things, things

what secret senses are clasped between sheets

soaked with primal instinct and need

though love is absent in the suffocating air.

Two bodies are ruined by a single moment of

unwanted sweetness and light feathers

where he kisses my infinity and i kiss him goodnight

and then soon i am nothing.

Bleh.

Hey, I might like you more

than I really should.

And I really should

stop

(soon) 

Sheets.

And you catch every single one of my breaths

in between your fingertips

and I love the way you move me

through the evening air

satin on satin

and the way you breathe my name

in the crevices of my neck

Find me.

I've sort of lost you,

somewhere down my spine

in between my third and fourth rib

you've sort of sunken in,

and for the first time 

in a long time

i've sort of lost myself too. 

Candlelight thoughts.

To be frank.
How much I want you, scares me.
You scare the absolute shit out of me.

It's not often that I'm enraptured by somebody's voice, their eyes, their smiles. I didn't think that you'd be the one to capture me, least of all someone like you. I warned myself not to fall, no, not to be drawn towards such a keen player of the game. Alpha and Alpha(sometimes Omega) and we can't deny this irrefutable bout of underlying passion that binds us together. And I can't deny you of claiming what you desire, not without denying myself of my own.

I can't stop you anymore,
and now i'm not sure if I want to at all.

Speed.

Cliche's aside,

you are my heroin

all powdery and broken and i'm 

a d d i c t e d

to your bowed head and sad smiles

breathe you in and let you rest

in the aching cavern 

between my 

r i b s

Sometimes I think.

and she longed to know if

in his mind, she was the only constant source

of late-night conversations and broken hearts

and if his voice

could still make fireworks go off

even in silence

End of the day.

She didn't like how he said goodbye,

all shaky words and watery eyes

because if he couldn't be strong either,

who was going to pick her up?

Ghost of you

Was i waiting for the whispers

echoes of your name rolling down starched lips

cracked, dried blood (i can feel you seeping 

into my pores) wedges in between

forcing them apart, but I was never really 

together anyway(?)

Dust motes are my only 

lovers at this time of night,

and you're fading.

Desire.

and with a flutter of lashes

she set his heart on fire

and he burnt like a moth crashing into the flame

Wash me away.

there are meteor showers in your eyes

and i'm a desert around you

drinking in your oceans

but the tide is low and you're gravitating

towards the eclipsing moon

 [ maybe i am crazy and maybe you don't know

and maybe you will never but you need to know

that i need you ]

so don't go

pleasepleaseplease

i fucking need you

here

( dedicated to juniper
it's been a while )

6 senses.

y  o  u 

smell of {temptation}

taste of {frustration}

look like {possession}

sound like {jealousy}

feel like {desire}

and i sense l o v e.

You are the funeral of love

flushed cheeks faded long ago into ice

and you and your secret sensuous innocence

glass walls trapping sunlight in darkened eyes

onyx black swallowing me whole

vile kisses with sinful lips

devour my heart with delicious lies and promises

though i know love is dead in those lustful eyes

my heart still bears fruit of your name

whispering into the rising dusk

to me, to me, mon amor, to me

and so

if every breath was a wish, 

i'd give you all of me.

(revised and rewritten)

Painkiller.

it hurts

and every kiss, planting roses, you press

down the roads of my neck

leave me b r e a t h l e s s

and you're my aphrodisiac

all glorious nectar clinging to thirsty tongues

and i drink in you,

as you drink in me

and drain my innocence

like blood.

leaving me empty, empty, empty,

and nothing but roses to hold onto.

I love you as dark things are to be loved...

Te amo como se aman ciertas cosa oscuras,  secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

And sometimes it gets hard to breathe around you, when your fingers trace letters into the palm of my hands and your eyes whisper tantalizing secrets into my heart. When your warm breath plays around my earlobes and your chest thumping love into my back. My body you say, my curves are beautiful but what I find most beautiful are your artists' fingers -- softening the harsh edges of my being. Melting my demeanor into nothing but shadow, satin and water, child's play for you.

Break me, for I'm yours.

i hate friends with benefits.

you

despicable, disgusting, flirtatious you.

if you asked me if i'd do it all over again, 

i'd reply with a resounding "yes"

just to remember what it was that drew me to you

in the first place, what made me fall so hard,

and to tell myself that it's not worth it

because you

took the pieces of me and scattered them

across the soothing oceans

and now when i'm broken once again

you offer to pick me up from the unforgiving waves

and offer your sinful lips to heal my wounds

if you asked me if i'd do it all over again

i'd reply with a fearful "no"

because you've already dirtied me.

I tried.

you're a constellation all your own

and i dream of carving mountains under my skin

just so you'd know how high i'd climb

just to touch your stars

but the pain stops me from trying.

Silliness.

she laughs in my mind

and she won't stop laughing

it's funny, my feelings, it's funny.

i loved you

i loved you

it's funny isn't it?

i love you

and how do you know when you're losing yourself?

She's tired of your lies.

forgive me love, 

forgive me, forgive him, forgive us but--

champagne flutes stopped singing love songs

our soundtrack faded into overcast silence long ago

(and that broken red radio needs to go)

it was the only musical warmth you offered me.