Eventually the two of them, When the emotions came Taking kisses down the neck Touches which seemed intimate To him and to her, Of the instincts instilled within Touches dissipating at the shoulders, Hands moving affectionately But in a more chaste position Taking perches on the hips, The sides, shoulders, Wherever she could find a […]
Then there was times where he would try to fight for it, rarely, noble and not in vain. Where their bodies were entangled more as if he were pressed into her, that he’d been backed into, in the heat of the moment. Making love to paper and pen of just being together with no other […]
Each time his eyelids fluttered his consciousness was met with a soft glowing of her immortal skin in the low light. At first It was less than a little truth, but then there was no holding back for his naturally curious and sensitive self came out. It was that place he came too, where nothing […]
When I write, I find Lyrics are like true poetry and words pressed together, through a relatively chaste position, brought up more to a process, and, for some reason, making the truth seem not so dark, but softer to work it seemingly and all the much better, sweeter, tempting from the hand that pens it.
Inspiration is about giving About sharing remainders of all the life events and moments of love happening, dancing as the music is played and when you sing it as if it were just for me, remembering. All these beautiful voices with minds racing; full of raw emotion and feelings of closeness. Connections that could be […]
Driving through the streets I saw a boy I loved him from afar, Climbed a tree to see A robot like form Almost hit By a car. I ran through the crowd Reaching for his wrist, Heads turned Lips were twisted And when I fell He caught me.
He was the only one Who had seen her being, Searched for months without a glimpse of seeing No other like her Loving her was his state From now on Then collapsing to a bow. Years will pass with my pet, A new memory With targets set I love you I do.
Together we searched Into our deepest minds For this lust, Its moments like these That can be created of trust. Bounds held in a grasp, We tried stayed awake all night Talking of our past. A beauty that now I know, Falling asleep With my head on his pillow He was my hero.