Rapture

The air between
lovers, hot and sweaty,
throbbing with anticipation

Naked bodies
embraced, trembling
with passion

Eyes locked
upon each other,
sharing the dream

Showing everything
in one touch of
lustful bliss

mind, body, and secrets
laid out on sticky
sheets of satin

No pause for thinking
anything in the moment,
showing everything in the rapture

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My inspiration sucks, Oh so well

She nibbles my earlobes,
her fingers trace circles
down my chest,
a kiss on my neck,
words slyly placed
in my ears,
telling me of the
wonderfully nasty
things she will
provoke me to do,
she dives deeper
into my soul,
searching for
my deepest fantasy,
She knows all to well
what she will find,
my body and mind
naked to her touch.
stripped of my shroud,
wanting more and more,
her hands stroke,
her body grinds,
her tongue lightly licks,
her lips envelope,
her head bobs to the beat
of my throbbing
member.
She knows
every trick,
every secret,
every fantasy now,
she has exploited me
and I've loved
every
hot,
sweaty,
sticky,
lovely,
moment.

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Shafted

Pink,
soft,
drenched
with sweat,
enveloping
his shaft,
shut your mouth!
you want it fast?
how about slow?
SLAP!
how does that feel?
you like it don't you,
just like the slow burn
of a match made in hell,
brought together with
the heated scent of
sexy pulsating,
tumescent,
shaft,
take it all,
and love it,
your screams
echo in dreams,
sent reeling and
you cream,
stopping only to breathe
through the thick, wet,
bandanna tied around
your mouth,
are those cuffs to tight?
Good!
AHHHHHH, shuddering climax.
See you next week slave

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Climax

The lust takes me
in, it's unbridled
passion.
Giving everything
I have and yet nothing
at the same time.
Making me sweat,
shiver,
shake,
and pulse,
for another moment,
caught in the inferno,
limbs flailing,
bodies moving in unison,
all to achieve
the masterful goal,
the epitome of sex,
the...

Climax

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The Movement

 I sit here 
staring at the 
blank white walls, 
it's like a prison now, 
something that was 
once called home, 
now so bleak and dreary, 
the few pieces of furniture 
scattered around the house, 
no more hustle and bustle 
of feet coming and going 
through the door, 
it's a shell, 
this domicile that 
once played host 
for some of the most 
exciting parties 
ever seen. 
Each and every stain 
on the carpet holds 
a memory, or even two. 
That dent in the wall 
from a missed step 
toward the couch, 
the sag in the ceiling 
where the shower leaked, 
the broken beer pong table 
that hosted some of the 
best championship games. 
Ah, those memories will 
never die. 
Almost too many memories, 
they crowd this shell 
of a house, it was ours. 
Looking over my shoulder 
through the glass of the 
back door, I recall how 
much fun we've had, 
the good times, 
and the bad. 
But in this movement 
of the song of life, 
it is only a bar, 
maybe a few notes, 
and its time to start 
playing a new instrument.

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Raping my Eyes with Beauty

 Pausing to blush 
Feeling the eyes 
Upon her, in awe 

Staring through 
my soul with hazel 
eyes aflame 

Looking aside 
taken aback by 
my constant stare 

Trapped in the moment 
lingering within 
a fire alight 

Only hoping 
She returns 
Harboring emotions 

Unchecked by silence

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Darkness in a world of light/My soul rekindled

You flew in on wings of an angel,
begging my soul to take 
your ticket to heaven.
Whispering the sweet deception
of love and caressing my senses
with freedom, setting my heart
on fire with one succulent kiss.
Your halo shone brightly
through the dreary skies of my mind,
pierced the darkness of my heart,
bringing light to an under-ground world.
When I was suffocating
you breathed life into my lungs
coated with sulfuric hate.
Now you sit in a picture with a gilded frame,
hidden from the light of your maker.
You stole the solace I found in the darkness
and it no longer rains where it used to flood,
You left my world untied,
all your hope scorched my forest of solitude,
I'm restless and I'm running
through the climes of fluffy white mountain tops,
left to wonder where my beautifully
malevolent skies are hiding,
wondering why I was torn apart
by something so beautifully horrid,
hoping that the sun will fade and fall
into the starry black night
and never return.

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Anger Management

Fingers clench into fists,
nails bite deep into palms
now bloody and torn
like ground beef.

Teeth grind like sand
between eyelids,
muscles flex taught
like strings on a guitar.

Vocal chords rasp
sounds inaudible to others
and slake icy hatred
into a mind frozen.

Crimson rage boils
seeping into eyes wide shut
with shivering fear,
but I can't seem to
tear myself away
from the mirror.

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Futile

Sobs echo behind
words so sharp
and painful,
you explain your
story frosted over
with icy contempt,
laced with cyanide hatred,
my heart is pounding
in my ears,
the adrenaline
pumps like hell-fire
through my veins,
limbs numb from pain.

As the story draws to a close
my fingers clench like a vise,
and I'm ready for war,
not the gulf war
or even Vietnam,
ready for total annihilation
of apocalyptic proportions,

In my white hot rage
the words bubble,
thoughts boil,
tongue toils to release
the unfathomable lashing.

A soft touch on my face,
light fingertips caress
ears blood red,
frozen now,
broken in doubt,
resigned to my revenge.

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Road to Nowhere

Flickering lights passing 
like shooting stars, 
counting time to the 
white stripes streaming 
past my foggy window, 
Smooth black loneliness 
checkered with neon 
and fluorescent paint 
~Newport Pleasure~ 
~Kids under 12 eat and stay free~ 
cigarette smoke lingers 
like Jay and Silent Bob, 
my eyes blinking to the 
sway of the wiper blades. 
Cavernous overpasses looming, 
lighted by a thousand 
faceted halogen bulbs 
I hear the call 
of the open road

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Haunted

 Eyes like emerald pools,
Haunting my dreams,
and you never smile.

Hands gnarled with age,
so bony and disfigured,
skeletal and rotting

Lips like ruby
drops of blood
leaking into my eyes.

I can feel your touch,
It's deathly cold,
and it slithers up my spine.

Like electric jolts
sent throughout the body,
tensing relentless muscles.

A face burned to my
retinas, as if I looked
directly at the sun.

I can't get her out
of my head! I see her
reaching, pleading.

I can't move,
I'm frozen from fear.
Someone help!

I scream, nightly,
birds no longer chirp
at my window for,

They know I bring death,
disembodiment with me.
A curse.

As it begins
so shall it end,
I'm haunted by her face.

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Self Torture

Tears flood the palms of my dry, cracked hands

Mingling with the lingering blood-caked memories

Brought back with a glance at each jagged crease.

All the Death,

Laying my head upon the concrete pillow of my thoughts

I get no rest, only more weary questions asked in my stupor.

Finding every answer in the bottom of my glass.

All the let downs,

Drinking myself into oblivion.

It kills me softly while it keeps me from dying.

Praying to escape the horridness, in so deep I can't pull free.

It's the paradox of my heinous life.

Sleeping brings more torment

No one should endure this anguish,

It's gushing through, driving me insane.

I couldn't face my fears and doubts.

“Don’t Cry,” scream the crowded voices of my nightmares.

While gently I fall into the enveloping loneliness,

Hoping that when I wake up the rusted darkness will crumble.

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When You

When you knocked on the door,
my pulse stopped,
I heard the infinite silence
and then a breath,
telling me I was still alive.
It seemed to step out of a dream...
or a bad movie,
You...just you...

How am I supposed to feel?
you left so long ago
without a word,
no call,
no note,
no recognition of
everything that I did for you.

You were slowly killing yourself,
drowning in your pool
of viscous hate and despair.

Suddenly you appear
thinking that I'll do it again,
thinking that everything
will just be the same?

FUCK YOU!

go follow your groupie dreams,
go suck some rock stars dick
so that you can get fed for the night,

When you look at me that way,
I just want to...

Kiss you...
Kill you...
Ravage you...
But most of all,
I just want to...

Hate you.

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Eternity

As the knife slips deeper my vision blurs,
Becomes red. The drops of crimson blood trickle
Through my hands and begin to pool on the
Floor. Pain, oh, the blinding pain.

Something seems to grasp at me with its icy fingers,
Tearing the flesh from my bones.
I felt his coming, heard his scythe scraping along
The floor. He came for me.

Pain and suffering shrouded in black,
A bone chilling touch and eternity held in his eyes.
To look upon this eternity means certain death,
Something I’ve done all to often.

He releases the blade of eternity from my quivering breast.
It falls from the hand of justice to the balance of the scales,
Beginning to swim in ruby pool of my guilt.
I am my executioner

Bony cold fingers close around my arm,
Dragging me under into eternity.
An eternity of hell,
An eternity I created.

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Smooth and Tight

You know you want it 
like a slow burn, 
inch by inch, 
slowly and deliberate, 
while I pull your hair 
to keep you in line. 
Don't think I won't 
take out the cuffs 
and put your four poster 
to good use. 
The canopy rocking, 
headboard slapping, 
cracking the whip, 
skin slowly burning 
to cherry red, 
You like that don't you? 
You want every pulsating 
inch inside you, 
turning you into my 
luscious love slave. 
I'll take your curves 
like a race car, 
smooth and tight.

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