Bodies

Embalmed

dust off, broken brushes,

ruined makeup

suffocate in your sleep

Dream about love

Does he kiss your forehead…

when he says goodnight?

Or smell your hair below the ears?

Around your neck

before he whispers your name,

to say he loves you

The emptying air from your lungs

To inhale a wet kiss

When lips meet and speak the language of one

Desires are unfolding sheets

Yet winding

Around warm bodies

Where hands sketch smooth skin…

Between the thighs

The river that flows upstream

And the falls of milky waters

Sigh to catch your last breath

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Salem

Stare long enough into the night, 

Until you see the stars 

And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes, 

Watch them fade, 

Die, 

before the break of a new sun



Life is joy, 

and suffering 

Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds

changing at the blow of the first wind 



It is easier to accept the night

Faceless,

Blameless,

than the day



Before a thousand eyes,

peering into your soul 

ripping your guts for the vultures 

When church is where we belonged

Before the priest set afire on the witch 



And in all,

my short life I have cherished 

Known a thousand men but one soul

With no regrets,

my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets 

I won’t be free

Guess I’ve been staring so long,
into that glass
My mind is lost, 
from blurs of a wasted night

The curves were smooth
and the sweat was alive
Conjuring in the dark
A sweet sound of a temptress

The mind baffles the heart
Or the heart deceits the mind
The heart aches and desires
The mind screams and hooks

A shaved skin,
rubbed in oil
A fusion of mint and roses
Feeling my lungs with her breath

Guess I won’t be free, 
from the charms of her wet lips,
and the sharp gaze of her naughty eye,
looking back, from my glass within

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And I feel

He slides his hand down,
and I feel the warmth of his skin on mine

His figures play search me,
and I feel the strong and yet tender touch

He rubs me gently,
and I feel the tempo of his breath

On my neck,
and I hear the cry of his soul

He draws me into his world of perversions,
and I feel my knees giving into the weight of my heart

Pounding,
and I feel the cravings of a lustful body

Kissing,
and I imagine nothing better

The tender touch of wet lips,
and the dance of ballet tongues

My weight in his arms,
and I feel like an ocean of roses

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Ocean of roses

He slides his hand down,
and I feel the warmth of his skin on mine

His figures play search me,
and I feel the strong and yet tender touch

He rubs me gently,
and I feel the tempo of his breath

On my neck,
and I hear the cry of his soul

He draws me into his world of perversion ,
and I feel my knees giving into the weight of my heart

Pounding,
and I feel the cravings of a lustful body

Kissing,
and I imagine nothing better

The tender touch of wet lips,
and the dance of ballet tongues

My weight in his arms,
and am lost of myself,
into this ocean of roses

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please check out more on my wall and would love to know your thoughts

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