Senses

Her fragrance lingers like her memory
Her taste dancing on my tongue
Her touch etched in my skin
Her voice singing sweet sounds to my ear
She woke my senses and left me spent

Adrift on sensations, lost in recollection
Verbs of pleasure spoken in tones of desire
Floating of waves of carnal passion
Breath rushing past my lips, heart thumping
Life water escaping in burst of ecstasy

She woke my senses and left me spent
Longing, for more, more of her
Fragrance permeating through my pores
Taste rolling slowing down my throat
Touch sending me into a frenzy
Voice seducing me into a pleasurable delirium

What's my name?

Bite your lips and sigh, my name
Rolls off your tongue, into my arms
You come, so long, awaiting
Your touch, your gaze, your breath

Ah! Bite your lips and sigh, my name
It sounds so sweet squeezing past your teeth
Longing steers, and deep thrust, through your soul

I touch you inside in ways that puzzles
The mind, and pleasures the heart
Beating to the rhythm of my to and fro
My ebb and flow, washing over your body
Whisking you away on a celestial trip
In and out of une petite mort
Never seem so sweet, deeper I slip

Again, again and again, you
Bite your lips and sigh, my name

Chasing pavements

They say love is blind, but sometimes it is also deaf and dumb. I heard this song chasing pavements, by Adele about a week ago and it is now stuck in my head. Songs, more so the lyrics of songs convey different messages depending on the listener - sometimes what the listener takes from the song is also influenced by life circumstances and experience (vicarious or otherwise).

This song planted a seed in my head which has taken root. What shoots forth is not that different from some previous posting - but like some fungus, you deal with it now and after some time in returns, perhaps in a new place and shaped slightly different, but it returns none the less - fungus. So like the fungus the topic of love and relationships returns to the fore of my mind - I ask myself why do people ...chase pavements even if it leads nowhere...What is it about love that keeps some of us pursuing it even when it is evident that it is not meant to be, or even when all signs indicate that the relationship we want is unhealthy - toxic even.

I suppose withdrawal and dependence is as powerful as the cocaine high of a new relationship. Like cocaine to a junkie it gets to the point where it defines you - you without it, like you without that "loved" is incomprehensible. Sometimes reality is easier to go through in a hallucinogenic state. Oh well, the heart wants what it wants, but like I said sometime ago what you want is not always what you need. The difficulty sometimes is discovering what it is you need.

Till the next fungal growth - love like you've never been hurt; it's better to have love and lost than to never love at all...and all that good stuff.

Love is a beautiful thing, enjoy it while it last - when it's done move on, hanging on to a love that is gone hurts more.

Siesta

A whisper on the air, floats down to my semi-conscious and tugs at me
My name light, empty, barely spoken
Searching, finding nothing in my mind, I lay here, wondering
A hush, hearing voices - neurotic, in need of rest
Drifting between states, almost awake, open my eyes, empty space

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Having a fucking moment. Woosa, woosa woosa, wossa not fucking working. WDMC! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh!

Behind shades

My eyes, the windows to my soul
But you can't see past these panes at my pain
Won't see the state of my inside
My insecurities, flithy unfiltered thoughts
My envy at what I wish I could be
Self-confidence and bravado running on booze
The facade of cool, charisma and charm
These character traits not innate


Pull down my shades over my panes
Don't look inside, don't see my self-loathing
Indifferent, my strained attempts to fit in
Clumsily fumbling around inside
Creating my self from a foundation, flawed

I see you trying to see me
Through the darkness of my shades, I'm drawn
I see you trying to see the me no one knows
The real me safely guarded from prying eyes
Safe beneath my Dolce Gabana, Armani
Ralph Laurens, Oakley's, Gucci, Prada, etc
I keep me hidden behind Shades

Minor ventilation

Having one of those moments when I need to do a little venting nothing major. I'm trying to do the pretend not to give a damn thing - but it eh working to well; trying to turn a deaf ear to fokry. I am curious as to what the fuck is the latest saga (because when the heart and the head are in disagreement, there is always drama and sage), but at the same time I grow tired of shit on repeat (some people may say the same about my choice in music). New year same ole baggage (brings to mind Erykah Badu's - "Bag Lady"). And they say I have an unapproachable demeanor - yeah right. Anyway, see and blind, ear and deaf. Only constant so far for this year is the shit. Eau d' caca.