So I know I’m a sick fuck. I can’t help myself.
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Monthly Archives: May 2018
Adrenaline
A drug like no other
A spike from your cortex
Rushing, coursing through your body
A flood of pure pleasure
If only to be measured
I had you out my system
If only
Gavin in my ear singing “you don’t even feel pain”
Time lapse
Not giving in to your temptation
Mind full of computation
My need
My want
My mark, are you more than a target, a site, a craving, I know you are a yearning
Under my skin, I feel in my body in my mind
Trying to forget seemed to summon you from the deep
A paradox a mystery yesterday’s history
Try, still, even my strength seems to wax and wan power of the struggle draws me to kneel
Magician
A magician stood in the middle of his house
Concocting a delightful surprise
A trap for every dear lass that would pass
An alchemical trick that would have you coming back no matter what you do
Until one day he met a young lass that knew his class
As she came through the door she immediately knew what it was he was up to
A smile and a grin a twirl and a whirl their eyes locked… maybe he knew too what she was up to
Two formidable lovers each entranced with thee other
Spells casted to lure
Shame they didn’t meet in the shop
So powerful they could have been if only a truce could have been established
Well beyond a horse and carriage
Wheel of Fortune
Separation leaves me weak, once I found my strength, I thought it all complete.
You became a ghost, a fantasy, a dream, something to return to when the day wears long.
Your appearance in my waking world nearly sent me to Super Nova. A ripple felt to the beginning and end of time. Just like a star that shot across my sky. Eyes lingering on, hoping for one more astronomical event.
Stockstill holding my breath waiting for your return. Until the winds reminded me that nothing stands still.
I push along, now once again forlorn. I reconcile myself to just be prepared for the next event that way I won’t even flinch.
Your star no longer shines so bright in my heavens. I have changed the landscape.
Secret endeavours
Perched… Ready… Quiet storm rolling in.
Twin flame
I wish an end to this ache deep within a longing that can not be ignored
Better than any chemical romance this psychic link
Coupling of longing want and waiting time and space don’t seem to exist
Past life this life every life we find each other in the middle of the strife
Beyond familiar haunting my day light hours my night time hours all I can say is that I feel your power
I know you feel mine when we combine somewhere in the ether our spirits collide
A cosmic tangle energies commingling finding the perfect fit
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