Settling Down?...

*Disclaimer-I am not lamenting on the injustice or unfairness of Life or Love...Nor am I turning my back on the "trials" that we will undoubtedly endure in order to fulfill whatever "vision" we believe God has rooted in our spirit...I am just thinking out loud...So..feel me for a moment...

OK..So...You love this PERSON  ...I mean...you are deeply in LOVE w/ this person. They are "everything" you have always wanted...dreamt about...and they are "perfect" for you...And....You have tried everything humanly possible to be w/ this person...because you believe w/ your whole heart that THIS is the ONE. But trying to be w/ "the one" is about as pleasant as pulling teeth and as satisfying to your spirit as kicking against the pricks...Still...you fast/pray/claim victory after victory through heartache after heartache...disappointment after disappointment...pain... torment... anguish...torture that loving this person has brought into your life....ALL in the name of LOVE....YET still,  your "beloved" remain as distant as ever...

OK..But there is someone in your life that loves you...I mean...LOVES you...Has proven their love. They are there for you...down for you...and totally into you...That "friend" that you can depend on...BUT...your heart tells you this person is not "the one"...you are just not "feeling" them THAT way...

It is said that the heart feels what it feels...wants what it wants...loves who it loves..."The heart can not be controlled".......But why does it seem that (for most of us)most of what the heart wants/feels/loves for us, life/circumstance or no amount of faith/prayer brings/gives to us?...

It has been my personal observation (and experience) that more often than not...Who we want, does not want us...and we usually do not want the ones that do. I have to ask myself why that is...Are we innately masochistic?...I mean if we are in fact truly searching for "love"...truly want to be "loved"....Why is it that we are more prone to viewing the burden of heartache attached to the pursuit of one who obviously does not see us the way we see ourselves...appreciate us the way we know we should be appreciated...value the love that we offer...is not drawn to loving us...as something we should go through...experience as a necessary part of the process of Love?...Yet at the same time, we think there is something wrong w/ taking a good look at the love that is offered w/ a pure heart...Why do we see it as "settling" to stop torturing ourselves and receive that love?...As though we are lowering our expectations by accepting the love of someone who loves us purely?...Is the person's love less meaningful/fulfilling to us because we did not have to stress/fight/cry/plead for it?......Is allowing ourselves to experience the love we sought in one but found through another "settling" because it is not being channeled through the perfect/acceptable "package" that our "heart"...or perhaps, our flesh... tells us should be ours?...

Now...it seems... to me at least... that there is a place w/in us all where idea of having the love of a "good" man or woman often gets hazy. Women often lament about men dogging out the "good" women and treating the "vide-ho-ish gold-diggin-money-grubbin-fake hair/boobs havin" females like gold...And men lament that women always choose the "bad boys/thugs/ruff-necks" over the "descent hard working brothas"...Seems that we ALL claim to want a "good" man or woman...yet what we often choose is the "good looking" man or woman...or that which shines the brightest but proves to be either emotionally void or so emotionally in love w/ themselves that they can not even begin to comprehend the ideals of "truth in love"...or the sacrifices necessary in loving another. People who reject us...hurt us...ignore us...and are...perhaps...a representation of something out of reach... w/in ourselves...And if we "win" their love...(don't get it twisted...we are trying to "win" if they are resisting)...then we are "good enough"...Do we feel unworthy of accepting/receiving love as a "gift"...It's not "real" love if we haven't moved through our own private heaven/hell and torment/torture to obtain it?...Now, I'm not saying that the person offering us their love is "perfect"...We are all flawed...it is a symptom of being human...So...Yes, the person who instinctively loves us will hurt us...there will be "growing pains"...and there may be moments where we ask ourselves what the hell were we thinking...But the foundation of it all will be someone loving us because they can see us...perhaps..."better" than we can see ourselves...

But I digress...that is not the point here...Love is the point. The kind of love we all claim to want yet seem to always overlook or deny because it is coming from the "wrong" person...So, the question remains...

"Are we settling (down) if we accept living to be loved, w/out having to first die (heart and soul) for it?"

Full Moon

In the tender midnight of heaven, I swam peacefully within in the oasis of my beloved..enraptured by the confirmations of love that saturated our progression. With inspired curiosity, the liquid moon watched intently. Embracing my private confessions to my beloved, the moon beckoned me onto a silken shore...seeking validation of my blissful echoes.
 "Why do you love him?"

I inhaled my beloved's aura in exhaled response..."Because he tries... for me" 
I'd first encountered my beloved under shades of divinity..plush hues that seduced my dreams ripe...his aura gleamed of promise to quench my insatiable thirsts. We entranced one another...He, with an inviting dance of lush passion...fevered caressing that rekindled the embers of a long simmered plush in my soul. I, with a poetic quiescence of hunger that lingered in his layers long after dawn had interrupted the illuminating glow of twilight. We were a language sweltered in the flames of kinship...a knowing eagerly grasped with intimate understanding. We connected in a symphony of emotions that welcomed the discomforts of need...Yearnings that subdued the anger of intimacy's intrusion...And in secret whispering witnessed solely by our hearts, wondered aloud why Love had chosen us for the creating of paradise. In the midst of silent screams within..voices of caution haunting without ..and painful stings of history that provoked fear of Destiny's inevitable kiss... We fell headlong..struggling into the entity of Love. Yet, despite addiction to the taste of our cohesion, we attempted to deny the raw honesty only to come full circle in seasons of appointed submission to the calling. We'd huddled together..sequestered through years in an alliance of wounds, healing and salvation. Holding fast...protecting the necessity of slumber that cocooned the evolution of our eternity.

 "What does he try for you?"

"To be a better man"
As though awed by my rationale, and having witnessed the heartache in man's frail honor, the moon wondered aloud...
"Can he succeed?"

 Considering my beloved with silent discernment..his layers of renewal and tears of various struggle at my feet..the bliss of purpose captured in his breathing...I replied.. 
"His success is in his willingness to try"
 I paused momentarily under the moon's pondering gaze, as my beloved's whispers urgently drew me back to the nurture.. The moon's warm smile embracing my skin as I dove back into my beloved and submerged myself deeply into his welcoming pores.

Exclusively

simple words ring w/ sensual urgency...liquid w/ pulsating sincerity...flowing from his enticingly tender lips.  tactile layers of parched emotion seeking fertile ground w/in the marrows of my heart from which to bloom seamless...his paramount hunger for exclusive possession of my soul's most intimate desires, scorching frames of an adolescent resistance rooted in heartbreaks of  prematurity's insolent yearning.  delicate letters curve...bold consonants quiver and lush vowels melt in submission as they marry...a perfect cohesion giving life to mellifluous compositions that titillate then linger deep...able to permeate my pores at will.  they breathe persuasive mantras of a love i'd been provoked to relinquish as fallacy...righteous whispers of lusty texture and sinewy depth that spin lucid my rationalized attempts at expulsion, into plush prophetic visions laden w/ beguiling scents and intoxicating tastes of what our promise of love would be...in me + he...Exclusively

Soul Motion

The delicate burning quivers...tingling just beneath the recumbent surface. Sultry visions simmer in submission to hypnotic chords of sensuality, skillfully consummating a balmy composition of darkly etched grooves... underscored by tantric rhythms of sublime yearning. A deeper cadence of privacy beckons as hips swelter and thighs entwine in synchronized submersion...bewitching Time's enthralled glare. Souls flow seamlessly...engrafting a tantalizingly mellow confection of surrender. Raw emotions and breathless whispers cling, as platinum droplets... glimmering upon a misty window pane.

Corazon's Kiss

Guided by glistening celestial teardrops cascading with enlightenment, a tender current of warmth flows in sweet opposition to a melancholy linger of desires unrequited...simmering silent with palpable fury

Soul rich conversations piercing the hush of midnight's private dominion...his voice languid with an intriguing intensity...compelling to soul, visions of a long promised bliss seeking saturation

Cleansing of my heart's recumbent ardor in waves of prose that define chapters comprised of soft, symphonic verbs caressing obliging nouns in compositions of an irrepressible smile

An invitation that pleasingly resonates long after dawn's intrusion on his healing kiss.

RsVp

The Unconditional Invitation...
An intricately embedded reservation to the heart's cultivation at the throne of Love's inaugurate...
Submersion into the deepest esoteric of Love's beguiling nucleus...
Benevolent Osmosis, it's sole determined importation...
Intimacy, the elusive seduction of it's entwining transparency...
Whispers of insight into the enduring gravity and compelling mysticism boldly beckon. A calling to be lived out within the journey of submission to it's uncompromising vision and unyielding compulsion to engulf...to redefine the course and purpose of every breath exuded by it's timeless incarnation. It's formidable quality of subtle intrusion firmly rooted within a simple desire that wields it's complex hunger upon every fiber of thought and motion, that border on the sweet torture of madness to be satiated only by seamless nurture upon the ripened fruits of it's celestial rapture.
In humanity's adolescent struggle to pacify the birthmark of amorous intrigue, the essence of Love's perfect resilience has been redesigned as a corporal amalgamation of awkward oxymoron and crippling dichotomy within the syncopated rhythms of finite mortal experience.
Delineated to a raw craving independent of efficacious sustenance...
An acquirement void of responsibility to it's possessive awakening...
A gluttonous prevail sans the reciprocation of surrender...
A deceitful receiving depleted of commitment to immutable renewal...
A tactical choice to nourish with self serving rations of affection and stings of unrighteous purpose....
All the while self sabotaging in mercurial induced performance to an illusion of standing ovation under the guise of solitary completion... only to long in seclusion's travail for the liberty of soul full drowning. A constant yearning emphasized by mental burdens of nostalgia for the days of innocent wonder that preceded the nights of debauched indulgence, suppressed empathy and pseudo-intellectual enlightenment that were provoked by the blind reign of irrepressible narcissism.
Yet the sanctuary of Love's intensive bliss and the embrace of a warmth immortally compelling...
A security of divinely authored fulfillment, lies in wait for those courageous enough to yield...
to give...
to breathe...
for the sake of it's selfless gift...
the mercy of it's soul illuminating light...
the transcendence of it's ethereal kiss...
For Love, remains an omnipotent entity of steadfast benevolent virtue...
Incorruptible and immune to the egocentric evolution that is humanity's crutch...
And the Invitation to the breadth of it's undefiled purity remains, graciously Eternal.

His Mantra

 "Sexy"...He calls me.
The soothing bass of his rich whisper is succinctly compelling. His unyielding affection smoothly caressing each curve of sinewy alphabet he generously bestows upon me, with privacy’s encompassing purpose...
As though his lips were perfectly crafted to utter no other sound with as much mellifluous inspiration...
As though the name was genuinely created in the marrows of his heart and soul, to be mine alone
Decadent intentions linger then resonate as the defining syllables intimately embrace in sincere appreciation of my sensually embedded rhythms...
the beguiling willows of my sultry cadence...
the ominous seduction of my enthralling flow
I am often tempted to feign a deaf ear...just to once more hear, his rapturous melody of promised assimilation...Permanently penetrating my pores...boldly beckoning me...deeper into the preordained submersion of uncompromising incarnation...
"Sexy"

transient nite

compromising my heart, i still the whispers of my soul's purpose. desiring to be what is needed but not needing to be what is desired, i twist my emotions into a pretty package of all things joyful and connect the dots to a reality that lives itself out in short breaths of pause.
i tarry, stretches of road traveled under far too many moons remain a mystery before me...beckoned to the pseudo solace of too many companions whose arms i recognize but do not know. too many voices of the familiar echo a language i am strained to comprehend...a communication sans connection...void of understanding. burdened by words of despair staining the ground of every step un-chosen, they draw deep breathings of un-fulfillment that linger thick in the air...weeds of procrastination wound deep within their souls, choking the promise of dreams vying to breathe...
Hope lies comatose among withered blooms of determination. she was once impregnated with the twins of Purpose and Vision…but she travailed in vain, for they were stillborn...their haunting presence immortally entombed w/in her hungering womb. Love kneels at her side; fatigued by endless vigils of prayer that stream silently senseless within the landscape of tattered emotions…he knows they were re-routed here to die. his stubborn nature remains committed to her with cause and purpose. caressing her soul's tears with a promise he dares barely to whisper…"I will NEVER forsake you"
 i spy a spot seemingly reserved for me. i am compelled by it's seductive invitation to "rest and forget"…seemingly destined to it...almost grateful. conflicted, i choose to sit in watch…my heart pondering the permanence of this morose inevitable.  i stare at the others huddled in the embrace of night, “resting peacefully”…their eyes speak of an un-layered contentment that finds no home. a joy that takes no pleasure in laughter, caresses their lips as they share portions of loneliness made palatable by sips of melancholy.  i envy their resolute kinship as I am discomfited for what seems time immeasurable...
"Why?."...i wonder in silence," is my place here not comfortable as well?"
as if reading my concerns, the mid-aged soul curled before me glances into me with an empathic whisper...

"There is no comfort within the temporary...only brief illusions of acceptance"

sorrow venting

demeaned breathing am I, living out this dying of rudely evolving cursed emotions on tattered knees of painful regression’s daunting glare
reaching blindly as I crawl through this abandoned wilderness of melancholy hues, for crumbs on which to nourish my increasingly famished heart's panting rhythm
desolation's merciless taunting has pierced my soul raw and the kiss of indifference’s bliss has pilfered my once bold to be beautiful mantra of eternity’s faithful haunt
my wearied blood courses a stagnate streaming of midnight blue torture emanating from lies embedded into the history of my pores
staining my demoralized path of indignant purge in droplets, ripe with faith's checkered screams of disappointed virtue

Serendipity

 Love entered the room...scented in intoxicating hues of perfect jasmine, entrancing lily and mesmerizing lavender...lavished in inspirations of rosewater cashmere.

Everything about him that I admired was highlighted in rainbow inflected gold...and his faults faded into platinum aspirations of potential.

His every thought shared spawned dreams of jade pastures where we would lay under the sun's caress and feed each other Life.

His every spoken word was a lyric accompanying liquid composition of melodies that grooved sensuous between his lips and found sanctuary within my warm thighs...and his voice transcended the boundaries of space in the perfect pitch of passion that dripped unceasing.

We grooved smooth... mellow deep. A gentle intrusion into plans of false contentment… and without provocation, he became my unyielding essential.

We caressed each other's dreams of Love Divine and lay our tears at each other's feet...bathing one another in rivers of reality streaming of bewitching laughter and beguiling sorrow…naked scars healing under the pressure of fresh wounds.

We kissed...languid devouring on diamond nights of unbearable surrender. Pleasure and Pain melded into one and bittersweet scents permeated our entity of sweet transgression.

 I experienced him through my pores…grafting deep beneath the layers of my soul as he, with resolution, consumed me…Over times over...and then evermore....becoming my every breath stolen then restored.

Our obsessive flow…Unwavering, into the thruway of all that lay secret beyond Eternity's imagination.

Blood Vows

We met somewhere within the symmetry of need and fear. 

We dazzled one other in a dance of amorous fatigue...Notes of pained purpose echoed the deep caverns of our hearts. Passion's pursuit ominous...undaunted

"I Feel You" 

"Rest Here" his fervent hips invited..and as I accepted his honestly misguided offerings of half-truths bound loosely w/ good intentions, we grew dangerously into one being...

"I Yearn For You"
Days betrayed nights that stroked weeks into devoured months caressed by the threat of eternity. We nurtured each other's fears in fogs of gilded conversations fertilized by frail, earnest desires for wholeness taking root under the moon's shadow...

"I Need You"
Somewhere within those moments of intimate renewal, I was introduced to soulful demons that plagued my resistance and peace withered...Tormented by Love's dark embrace, I clung to him as he quenched my thirst w/ dewdrops of promises best broken. Reality coiled itself around my heart's blooming and suffocated each rising sun...

"I Love You"
Somewhere in the thick brush, my love became thorns that pricked my soul confused until I bled hopeless...
"Marry Me"
"Yes"

Radiant Brew

Crystalline dewdrops blanket the yawning horizon, appreciatively caressing midnight's compliant departure...
I am awakened by the gentle whispers of dawn rising in him...
The mellow breeze of his soul renews my slumbering heart to profound sighs of response, so subtle that Earth pauses in silence to capture my rapturous receiving...
Spring’s warmth submerges a long weary winter as my soul blossoms to the rich tones of his luxuriate aura...
He is effortless in his transcendent beauty; the sacred intrusion of his love seamless still...
His unbridled giving so tender that the gazing sun weeps softly against our window, as he resonates deep between my layers in softly simmering persuasion...
To stay...
Gently flowing in this speechless confession of his love
To linger...
in these breathless moments of his passion’s kiss
To know...
the bliss of his lovely nestled intricately w/in me...
is the devout mantra that my surrendered soul lives

Shadow Dance...

She was the eager recipient of my journey’s wayward destiny. With a coy awareness of my presence within him, she casually opened wide and he blindly poured our future’s sun into her. She smiled of self contentment as his unrighteous bleeding presented her with the ill gained gifts of my sacred self respect...regal dignity…conscious pride...devout self-esteem....stubborn faith....tenacious strength. Hungrily, she feasted on each betrayed facet of my being, her emaciated soul vividly taunting our moonlit vows and mocking our resonate history. Engorging my soul with the seedy demons of haunting insecurity and silently dominate fear, their whispers of selfishly stolen pleasures thundered throughout the plundered landscape of my tranquility…ominous and inevitable echoes of his insatiable ego torturing my peace…
"She meant nothing to me"
He self deceivingly spoke the words as though they held some minuscule valor or ethereal magic and meager cathartic reasoning...a surgical elixir able to wistfully heal the deep wounds embedded in my violated heart’s core...an antiseptic with the divine power to cleanse the ravaging diseases of prevailing pain and increasing mistrust, residing in my mind's eye.
To him, she may have “meant nothing"...but to me, she meant the death of everything divine about him in my dying soul. The birth of nightmares that strolled boldly in garments of daylight, tempting the boundaries of a resolute axis...Cruel realities that dispelled the once tender lies held within his compelling thighs. She became the obsessive confusion of compositions authored within the pages of a seemingly eternal novel titled “Why?"….She means to me the feathery declarations of his love’s commitment will now carelessly hang in midair without purpose...falling from grace and silencing my womb. Vowels "I" and "U" choking among the plentiful weeds of "She".....She will be reborn in stings of unyielding doubt that linger in my pores long after the fresh scent of betrayal has been evaporated by Time’s grace….He slipped, but it was I who fell ...a headlong spiral into a concrete reality of betrayed rhythms and callous missteps that synchronized their dark dance, to the ending of my innocence.

Hermoso...

Tender Reformer. Bearer of a quietly perceptive gaze murmuring tender secrets never concealed. A warmth resiliently rooted in intimacy's affectionate prose.
Soulful Subduer. Unwavered by my self imposed delusions of destiny that delayed the penetration of your light. My devoured heart, ravaged by misguided purpose...my soul bound by glimmering fibers of eloquently rationed lies masterfully woven to cripple my mind's eye in a stagnating pool weary of painful struggle to be ocean.
Prophetic Soldier. Outstretched arms cocooning...rehabilitating...liberating my dreams of a once consuming obsession yearning w/ defiance to be true love. Passionate submersion challenging...beckoning my incredulous soul to risk the venture beyond the dark borders of my heart's covenant w/ Nevermore, into a rhythmic provocative breathing satiation.

Twilight

He came to me humbly…
caressing my inner most plush with mellow hued shades of warm ardor
We languished in spans of softly simmering summer nights illicitly italicized with deep blue tinted breezes that whispered sweet promises into my tactile layers
He glistened on me...
dewdrops of yet named constellations that dripped timeless through my pores, saturating my intimacy’s poignant blush
He melted through me...
a confection of caramel raindrop kisses that nurtured my textures in luscious glazed passion served at the peak of perfect ripeness…
the milk of his soul nourishing my core
We whispered into each other tales of succulent eternity...
My once insatiable soul inhaling inconceivable bliss as his tender essence renewed deep within my burgeoning belly
With the gentle roar of a skilled lion, he devoured my bloom…
His Earth...His Moon...
In the twilight of full consume

Purple (In Tears)

~~~~ when doves cry, heaven mourns in layers of inconsolable plea. darkness rejoices amidst the crumbling of a delicate pure as innocence whispers into the heart of deity, the intimate agony of it’s profound violation. the moon bleeds tears of deep pressing as a recumbent sun hibernates resolute in the tepid embrace of solitude’s encompassing solace.

when doves cry, the oceans rage in a chorus of surrounding forlorn. tempestuous indictments scream furious against the defilement of dreams clothed in cleansing judgment, seeking the spirit of a humble repentance long forsaken in tides of arrogant evolution. empathy’s withered heart breaks in resonating quivers of earth’s regurgitating purge of salvation's pacifying burn.

when doves cry, peace is consumed with failing grace, bound under the burdened shadow of conceit's possessive intent ~~~

Smoke...

He was careless w/ words.

Grandeurs of premature lovely fell with emotional abandon from his seasoned lips and stained my soul.

Eager revealing nestled between layers of simple text mellifluous with yearning, laced intrigue throughout my mind's eye.

Dreams I had long put to rest now sought to breathe…evoking lusts my loins had long learned to suppress, as I strained to capture every syllable of hunger.

"Too much..Too soon"..my soul reasoned..

 Despite my sincere desire to find nurture in his words...to accept them as promise within the scape of my longing, I grew increasingly apprehensive of his sepulchral taste and regurgitated each vowel of declaration.

Unbeknownst to him, too many episodes of potential had quickly dissolved in the tempest, and left me weary of hope and very in tune w/ men who were strangers unto themselves

So I breathed in silent pacification…witness to his inevitable fall.

 

Semitones of Starstruck...

Simple treasures drip eloquently from your lips...provoking in me, a renewed thirst. Despite my apprehension of the burning history that lingers formidably w/in me still, I am compelled to taste your intrigue once more.

Without pause, you welcome my acceptance as languidly, I slip my inquisitive tongue between your cadent words...intent to sip every prose of emotion comprised of willowy vowels that billow under the sinewy seduction of tantric inducing consonants.
With precision's purpose, we slowly tango to a disarming tune of sensual intellect underscored by a rich fluting of passion's uncompromising stimulation.
Our rhythm is pure.
Our groove is dark.
Our flaying is smooth.
For hours timeless, you nourish me as I savor and synchronize your mellifluous tempo. Your thick whispers flow in streams of hypnotic diction that awaken consummation's gaze before melting in my mouth and drizzling down my throat with intoxicating ardor...impregnating me with a fluid warmth that recalls seamless nights of blissful insomnia and silent screaming that singed my core, as I was reborn raw in our resilient image.
In the beckoning glow of dawn's crisp clemency, I intrude upon myself and pause long enough to breathe me again. 

In silence resolute, you release me...knowing that you will resonate without cleansing remorse... Forever the unyielding essence of my soul's deepest kiss.

Indigo Persuasions...

the madness pervasive, invades
seductions of midnight whisper, pierce the submissive sky
gentle breezes of ornate caress, persuade
breaths sultry with passions addictive, rise
crimson kisses soul deep in mellifluous submission, resonate
sips of ripened soul smooth like warm rum, intoxicate
hearts, facilely accommodate the burgeoning fulfillment
glistening dreams, submerge the seams of reality
swelling rhythms, intertwine with fiery urgency
perfect symmetry of saturated emotions and billowy motion, envelop
pleasures thick like lush pina colada, weep
cosmic bursts unsuppressed, overflow
deep beyond sunrise, the seeds of renewal echo

Muse...

He still moves me at will...
As if w/ intimate knowing...uncompromised sowing
As if my breathless layers remain devoted to his mystical tastes...aroused solely by his gilded textures
As if his determined purpose remains revealed in tender oceans of deep whisper that could betray his self contained swagger of impervious heart
As if he would give of himself to me...for the sake of me only...Warm hues of burgundy submerged in intoxicating mahogany kisses of caramel bliss that glisten w/in my coral soul through indigo inflected nights that authored my heart's sweetest sighs of sinful content
As if satiating my thirsts w/ the grace of dewdrops caressing midnight's secret harvests at dawn's awakening glow...compelling my soul to everwant...everseek...everneed copulation of his sublime rhythm's dark permeation As if he moves through me w/ ease...a pureness of sultry soul unblemished by the impatient glances of time's encumbered demand
As if scintillating scents of passion's hunger still linger between us ever the more...moving me to move him...grow him...intricately...as I know him
As if I ever truly know him...the rebellious man-child flourishing beneath endless gazes of venerate wonder impressed w/ his infinite well of resplendence...keeper of the most profound seductions unspoken, ruling over my heart's truest intentions intertwining
Because he is my truth...renewal everwinding

Dark Chocolate...

With ominous reprise, visions of an aborted destiny threatened to drown my addicted being within alluring tempests of darkness. Each moment granted to the resurrected mourning recommenced a bleeding of precious faith's approval...a renewed blinding of hope's commission to enlighten. Retrospectively,there seemed no purpose to the once lived joy that my soul now so despised. The glimpses of intoxicating  potential that sealed him into my breaths haunted me with mercilessness mocking.
We'd kissed with languid intensity. Velvet infused words dripped casual acceptance of the heeded calling, as under-ripened promises of submission composed in syllables and consonants simmered in a bland broth of dubious emotions, were eagerly served before bright season. Poignant sighs of burden emitted my repentance as the sun agonizingly set on golden peaks that once evidenced his presence. Promises abandoned to the god of Fear choked the disillusioned moon's illuminant kiss.
I once considered myself intimate friend to Eternity, convinced we'd  caressed Time with a seemingly mutual hunger to possess it's approbation...But Eternity's mercurial affection was seduced by the sultry gaze of Mystery...and blinded to Time's purpose, forsook my heart's loyal embrace. Gorged with the feast of confusion and inebriated with the wine of deceit, my nauseous soul sought the self induced relief of regurgitation in the merciful seclusion of solitary parturition.
Still...his essence lingered in the textures of my mouth...Often tempting my throat with it's bitter sweet.