Passion

You Ask How I Want You

You Ask How I Want You


You ask how I want you; as if the walls of my veins,

the marrow of my bones, the well of my soul

could cry out—

 

I want you in every place 

that my body could fit:

In the little crevices of my brain,

In the deep compartments of my chest,

In the hollows behind my eyes,

In the beginnings of my every breath--

 

I want you in secret and in sight,

Beneath my sheets

Or the naked sky—

I want you as a seductive whisper

In my ear

As a ripe fruit

For my teeth to undress

 

I want you in so many ways;

In “sshhed” moans or wild cries,

In heavy sweat or tiny tears

 

I want you inside—outside—

A top—beneath—

Planked against me—

Pushed down over the frame—

Legs upwards, outwards;

Dancing upon my back

 

I want you: right or wrong,

touched or untouched—

pure or tainted

But most simply,

 

I want you.


The Parka

 

The Parka

 

I wish I could just wear you.  Slip you on,  like a warm parka against the freezing cold. A thick pair of fur lined gloves , silky soft, warm and comfortable inside, but thick, and tough against the elements. You couldn't talk back, or get confused and run. You would only stay where I put you , and warm me, protect me against everything else out there when I needed you ...I could just take you off if I got too hot, instead of scrambling, and clawing trying so desperately to find you, like I do now when that happens. You'd be hanging there, on the hook when I was cold again and needed you. Still untouched by anyone else, you only fit me perfectly after all. I would patch you if ever you were worn, never throw you out, or replace you. I would wear you as if you were the finest ever to exist , walking proudly with you until I no longer needed protection from the elements. Until I could no longer walk outdoors at all. Until I was slipped into a silk lined wooden box, and lowered into the ever cold earth. There I would rest, and dream of your comforting embrace... Would my soul fly free ? Scouring the world for you? Or would I be trapped there, slowly coming apart, unraveling , helpless, in a cold dark place without you ?  The way I am now. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One that I wrote while apart from my love for a time. 

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To Be With You

Like the bees need the honey dew
And the dark needs the light
All I want is to be with you
Cause I care for you with all my might

Though I just met you a week ago
I would simply like to say
Being with you makes my heart flow
From day to day

I'm afraid that I might fall in love
Looking at the twinkle in your eye's
Sparkling like the stars above
Drifting romantically through the skies

How I would like to kiss your sweet lips
And caress your soft skin
I beg you don't let my heart rip
Stand beside me and hold it in

You’re pure as a white cloud
To walk with you I would be proud
You’re sweet and beautiful
Your kindness is plentiful

For the rest of my life I want to be with you!

By: Wayne Hoss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Love

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A heat of a Thousand Suns

Folder: 
Stoned Sour
His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can. 
 
Her face, 
a bewitching vision belonging only in dreams, 
contained a gleam of beauty as the nerves of her body were continually smoldering my desire. 
 
She slowly smiled seductively, 
as she sensuously stalked him,
shadowing him like a memory of a past lover. 
 
Inches battled for territories on both their bodies. 
Then looking him flesh in the eye, 
she wet her lips-mingling them with whispered words of:
"I want you" and "I need you."
 
Second by second seemed to loudly waltz all around them before he finally nodded. 
 
They were intently locked on each other dulling their senses.
They were blinded by their lustful urges. 
Both blinking into one another instead of seeing the rare sight of time dramatically dance by.    
 
"Lets get away from prying eyes.
I'll meet you." He muttered huskily. 
 
She sneaked a kiss before slipping away at his words, 
becoming lost in the crowd and completely out of sight. 
He was close behind and fueled by their passion. 
Bringing a heat of a thousand suns on the back of his shoulders.

In My Mouth

We should be more than this.
Every time I close my eyes we kiss.
Just want your snake bitten lip, in my mouth,
with my hands moving South.
It's about time we found an end,
to this game we call pretend.
We both know this is more,
and it's time we explore.
I won't runway if you give in,
it's about time to sin.
See I've been waiting for you,
I know you love how we do.
And I got all the time in the world for this....
just to feel your snake bitten lip,
in my mouth.....
-Jay Pierce
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written about one night 2 years ago that has never let me go! 

Somebody's Pain

Folder: 
People

I Know How You Feel With Tears
But I Can't Understand Your Past
For Shoes Can Walk So Far
I Dont Think I Can Walk This Far
These Bones Ache
This Flesh Is Killing Me
Please Save Me Again
Im Losing It
How Long
Must I Wait
How Long
Must I Feel This Pain


I've Been Waiting A Long Time
I Can't Get Over The Fact
That I'm Still Weak
I'm Broken
And That I Can't Pick Up The Pieces
Especially Not By Myself
I Know I Need Someone To Lean On
I Can't Really Reach Out
And I Don't Feel Like
I Have A Voice In This World
But Honestly
I Don't Really Speak Out
Because I Have
No One To Speak To


I Really Need Someone
Somebody To Talk To
Someone To Lean On
Someon I Can Cry To
Someone I Can Laugh With
Someone I Can Be In Love With
Someone I Can Be Myself With
But In All Of These Times
I Just Feel Too Alone
I'm Just Too Sad

Loose Killers

Strike a bullet
In the chest of a human
And it's murder
Strike a bullet
In the chest of an animal
And it's hunting
 
One holds aggression
And questions sanity
The other holds normality
And questions nothing
 
Let me have you imagine
A human approach you
In the safety of your home
With a ready gun in hand
And have you not
Put up a front in defense
 
Why is an animals defense
For their lives
Inconsiderable
 
This world has become ignorant
We think ourselves the only
Ones worthy of living
And fighting for our lives
 
We live in fear of other nations
And the war they may bring us
May it never cross your mind
Animals have been in fear of us
And the war we brought them
Too many years back to count
 
We too are animals
Should it slip your mind
We are animals
With different habits
One of them -
Thinking murder is natural
 
Should you grasp this concept
You will somewhat understand
Hunters may be held to the same
Respect as serial killers
 
Both hold no remorse
For taking lives
Why should one deserve
A different merit than the other
 
-- F.D.D.
 

Fucking Lost Again

You Want To Bring Them
Some Sort Of Happiness
But Nothing You Bring
Makes Them Smile At All
Not Even The Slightest Bit


You Wonder What Went Wrong In Your Life
Sometimes You Want Your Life To End
And Sometimes You Don't Know What To Do
But You End Up Moving Foward
Because You Don't Know
What The Else The Fuck To Do


You Don't Have Any Talents
You Don't Have Any Skills
The Dream I've Had
Since I Became A Christian
Hasn't Moved Forward
I Don't Know What To Do
I Don't Know What To Say


I'm Just Lost And I Need To Be Saved Again
And I Need To Feel Lovable, Capable And Worthwhile
I Need To Know I Am Not Alone
I Need To Know I Am Loved Without Strings

 

 

Gift of Life

Folder: 
Awakening

Gift

Smoothing caresses of the night air embrace our tender -Cures-,
With -Cares- of a thought forthwith to relieve our minds with -Ease-,
Simply not to -Tease- the sense with unpleasant -Lies-,
Falling back on an acquiesce of mitigated -Ties-,
As does moonlight soar gently atop a raging water -Fall-,
After -All-,

of

Thusly committing to undisturbed seductions amidst abiding -Memories-,
Ensures a bond most faithfully held between two -Treasuries-,
A pleasing promise to an individual’s mirror of the -Mind-,
To cometh along ones truly acquainted -Bind-,
Presenting light to a world most devoid of -Unity-,
Is an result of soul and mind in a body encompassing -Purity-,
Of one’s own flesh and -Bone-,
Man brings to being a gift only he may -Own-,

Life

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