Emma

Wondering down a forgotten path…
I stumbled upon the perfect moment,
I told the universe I just wanted to hold it,
but I reached down to seize – then stole it.
Taking it with me everywhere I went,
these are the times where I always spent,
this moment, I loved…
took it to be silly,
held it in my arms and called it my daisy…
my little lily.
Together, we forgot the world,
as we laid at night, while everything around us twirled,
the universe caught up with us as we jetted through our love,
told us we now had to part, for our love would block out the sun

More Than a Kiss

A kiss is more than a touch of the lips,
it flows through the body and hovers around the hips,
grab her eyes with the gentlest of stares,
as you cup her head – with your fingers tangled in her hair.
We close our gaze,
the image of her remains and stays,
she – the penetrating force that pierces my vision,
a meeting of the minds coupled by a head on collision.
All reality falling from view,
this is the ecstasy her lips have induced,
our bodies lost – fallen from time,
her kiss lay the foundation of everything sublime

Wilted

Over the horizon,
I see the life I hope to come alive in,
if it truly gets darkest before dawn,
what transformation will I have undergone?
Plucking a flower to admire its beauty,
it stuns then dies as its destined duty,
leave it where it may and it’ll live until gray,
selfish to assume that with you it must stay.
The latter occurred that led you withered from view,
sobbing as you left my front door,
you said with tears – I thought you ignored,
I loved you, too

Lust IN One

Give into lust,
if you must,
revel in its consuming sensation,
but be careful,
it runs the risk of turning into disgust.
Roaming from one to an another,
it’s semi-romantic,
but it may leave you feeling frantic.
To love one embodies perfection,
varying from your common place seduction,
tie her up – she reciprocates for fun,
and when we’re all done she refuses to run

Self Adaptation

Having writing dysfunctions,
laid in conjunction,
with my revolving life conundrums.
As long as I can remember,
my pen and pad would guide my imagination,
this would set the stage for my internal alleviation.
Now its not so simple,
age gets you faded,
as the mind you once had, now becomes jaded.
You grow old,
and life gives you momentum,
but little did you know,
those ideas you had,
you’ve condemned them.
Whether you’ve followed your dream,
or it’s yet to be seen,
how often do you ask yourself,
what does it all mean?
This is the question in truth,
received fortunately by our youth,
give yourself time to grow,
don’t rush,
allow your true self to finally come into view.

This Girl

Together forever in this idealistic cage,
is it me & you,
or just another phase?

Left in question about what you are,
right in the position I had you from the start.
I noticed what you were from the moment I saw you,
a driven, exotic, hard working woman,
the kind I'd want not to be torn apart.

But such a thought lead me to no worry,
because I know you need me as much as I need you,
so take my hand and continue to lure me.
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