Wednesday, September 28, 2016
I'm pulling strings, thin as spider silk.
Wrapping them around my hands, illuminating protections
I can only do and say good because I know how much it costs to Play the devil.
We've had many a night, smiles used to invite him in.
"Been a while since you've decided to sin."
Its a choice I choose, got too much to lose.
A heart full of love, bleeding like a saint.
I'm singing songs into the wind.
Wrapping them around my hands, illuminating protections
I can only do and say good because I know how much it costs to Play the devil.
We've had many a night, smiles used to invite him in.
"Been a while since you've decided to sin."
Its a choice I choose, got too much to lose.
A heart full of love, bleeding like a saint.
I'm singing songs into the wind.
Hoping you'll hear what my soul has to say.
Met you at the entrance, even offered to pay.
Now I have their hands pulling me back inside.
Lips red as blood, and I'm trying to run.
On my knees and breathless, how did we come to this?
Mapping out the stars.
Said you waited til the right time,
Is it now?
Is it now?
Is it now...?
8-7-16
SM
Met you at the entrance, even offered to pay.
Now I have their hands pulling me back inside.
Lips red as blood, and I'm trying to run.
On my knees and breathless, how did we come to this?
Mapping out the stars.
Said you waited til the right time,
Is it now?
Is it now?
Is it now...?
8-7-16
SM
Monday, September 26, 2016
The sun slips through the trees like the cool creek through my spread fingers.
Melting into your soft hair that cascades down, framing my face,
curtains down and we kiss.
So breathless, warm mouths, as your hands roam over my body, my fingers gripping.
Laying in moss.
Filling me with warmth, soft skin, your arms, strong,
holding me up and cradling my back.
Protecting as I wrap myself around you like a delicate blooming flower you open me.
Breathing into each other,
hair balled in your fist, and the other holding my hip.
Sticky wet like dripping dew, whispering your name as my body shakes for you.
092516
Melting into your soft hair that cascades down, framing my face,
curtains down and we kiss.
So breathless, warm mouths, as your hands roam over my body, my fingers gripping.
Laying in moss.
Filling me with warmth, soft skin, your arms, strong,
holding me up and cradling my back.
Protecting as I wrap myself around you like a delicate blooming flower you open me.
Breathing into each other,
hair balled in your fist, and the other holding my hip.
Sticky wet like dripping dew, whispering your name as my body shakes for you.
092516
Monday, September 19, 2016
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