Intertwined with mine, the scent of you lingers on my skin. Yours or mine, I care not, intoxicated on our sins. Again, again, entranced, we danced to the music of our glass parade. A blurry recollection of our moonlit night, a soft infliction from affection’s flight, I mouth the words that only you can know. Falling unto stranger ears, they stand confused, while you and I hold back tears, born from years and years of nothing more than what will be. Words that spill from lips stained with ink of regret’s past, I long for times that last, no longer can I cast my line of optimism. Tired, so tired, I barely stand, again, again, again, again, I grow so mad. Step by step by step, one piece gained for two I lost. Ramblings of the husk of man, I barely stand, tired, so tired, step by step, again, again, I grab for what I can no longer keep close. Weak. I am weak.
Tag: carnal
“I’m Losing Myself.”
Entranced, I take my only steps to find myself intertwined with you. Wrapped in silk, engorged on lust, I can only do what I can. Don’t leave my fingers trailing on your skin, akin to sparks on tinder, I fall again. Lost, I trust in your delight, I lose myself for just one night, at least that’s what I keep on saying. On and on, you make me plead, more and more, you take the lead. Step by step, we love again, until we are no longer.
“Longing.”
Are you better without me?
Grasping at your thoughts within my sleep
Mixing drinks with memories
Sleep beside all the things we couldn’t be.
Again and again, mixing red and green
Wishing you could hear all of me.
Speaking words you had to see.
Alone again, I reach for you
Once again, becomes two
More and more, I never knew
How much better you’d be without me,
Then I am without you.
I’d give away everything to be with you again.
“Locked.”
I wonder if you resent me.
Our positions reversed.
Tables have turned, our love is the worst.
Numb to the life we live alone.
Addicted to our deprived little home.
Stars and their shades engulf my sky.
The signal that begins a night of you and I.
Dressed in our formal midnight attire.
An outfit of lust, of carnal desire.
Our dance of shadows and skin.
Our song of temptation and sin.
The peaking lights of the morning sun.
A sleepless night ended, tomorrow has come.
Stuck within sheets, our finale delayed.
Breathless bodies, begging to stay.
To eternally rest, where we decided to lay.
