Under the moonlight

Behind those dark eyes
Strip my cloth,
But my panties
Undress me under the moonlight

Kiss my lips passionately
Boil the blood in my veins
With the warmth of your breath,
Your hand stroking my ass

Saddle up, I am anxious to mount
It’s show time honey
Down the pole and up,
Shall we hit a home run baby?

Undress me under the moonlight
The truth of my body,
Breathe it in, all of me,
Until you scream, “enough!” “Enough!”

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A dead clock

In the silence of the night,
Am caught in the sounds of my soul
Dark thoughts cloud my mind,
and am lost of calm

I can only go higher
Try I only come to see,
my folly,
the shame of the past

Life but a mystery
Happiness but a flash
Son but a life
And torment but a wage

Seek redemption
What was and never was
But another day
And a night to meditate

The essence of life,
What was and is,
To be lost and gained,
In the dimension of a dead clock

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Monsters and men

Of monsters and men
oaths taken upon steel
their scarlet edges
to never dry on a winter night

Brothers and foe
knights on horses
their shining armour
riding to meet blades of death

Bows and arrows
the silent assassins
raining in from above
the ultimate test of good luck

Heroes and villains
if legends live,
as stories on mountain rocks
then castles shall ruin

And the damned shall live
within their walls
their tears and blood
all for nothing

history can’t love,
then sure it can hate
the monster
that made the man

So we both,
Live on

She and I

We shall drown in this pool of loneliness,
and together marry the dark night with it’s cold silence
this world apart,
our backs against each other
but a gulf within our bed of roses
that flows like a river,
between fire and ice

you are so cold at my blaze
these dancing flames of my rage
screaming,
so you could whisper at me
and do you?
of course not
instead shut your heart
and become numb to my touch

If angels turn black,
then demons sure have a salvation
these carts of broken promises
history of a mounting deception
rags of a waning trust
now being stitched
with these hands of an aching soul

Wounded hearts

the world forgave me,
but just one person,
myself

no house of God,
man of faith,
or divine scroll
preached my salvation

and with a moving rope
bruising my neck
I found no soul,
to aid my sinking self

but a million sad faces,
trapped in shadows
of what they called light

with the left as a right,
and the right as a left
that the center,
was but a dream

and with the scars of a past,
itching, and bleeding
peeling our own flesh,
beneath our broken nails,

an awareness estranged
trying to erase,
the slates of our distorted minds

to mark the graves,
of our lost souls
the cries, of our wounded hearts

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No regrets

He just wanted to touch
the flower,
her yellow petals,
and the ruby rays of a dawning twilight

He just wanted to burn,
within flames of elation,
smelling her morning fragrance,
an essence of life

But I guess,
it was just a dream,
to fly into an outer space,
daring the laws of physics

And yet, glad
that he had followed his dream
on a long adventurous journey
as his heart faded
with no regrets

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