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.