Although one is the magic number,
I just love us two
Two hearts, two minds, brought together by two bodies,
Passionate love-making two the third power,
Everytime I add your lips to mine,
My legs divide, the rate of my heart multiplies,
And I long for your fingers to trace the circumference of my oval,
Now that's geometry!
And when I give you the sine,
To let your body cosine mine,
Our legs intertwined and my spot goes on a tangent,
That's what I call trigonometry!
We are finally ready,
To subtract our outfits,
Multiply our passions,
And start exploring the wonders of 69,
I'll let your love type 4 3 7 7 0
And my love type, 1 4 3 or 8
Because that's how the mirror reflects us,
Two bodies tangled,
Two hearts racing,
Two minds as one,
Love-making two, the third power
And just when I thought I hated math,
You solved all of my problems,
I finally figured it out,
You, are the magic number.
You have been exposed to my soul. So navigate gently. You will be influenced by my stories, my experiences, my lyrics. Listen...intently.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Vacation of Guile
Today...
I received a three-letter word
In a one word letter,
and it simply said
Why?
Do you slay me?
Constantly penetrate me with angelic words that glide off lips that
Pillows are envious of,
Roses covet, and velvet is appalled by
Why?
Do you fill my vulnerable ears with half truths,
And false hopes,
And erection, erecting vibrations
And lust encrusted melodies,
My eardrums ringing from the sound of your erotic whispers,
Why...do you...slay me?
I gave up all hopes of being your lover,
As I already had one of my own,
Well actually a soon-to-be mother of my own
And my home?
I let you invade like an angry storm, like a Southern storm
With hail-sized rain and winds that only match the speed of lightning,
and thunder that roars five times the sound of my moans
As you welcome me
You, seduce me
Included me in your auto erotic dances,
Asserting that it takes two, to tango
And I,
Willingly,
Privileged,
Entranced,
and dotingly escaped inside you
Victim to you,
My Femme Fatale
And my other, is getting suspicious
Passwords encrypted,
and jealous of my shirt collar because it doesn't bare her lipstick.
I've been evicted from my true Love's heart,
and I owe it all...to you.
Faded, nostalgic images as I take flight and land on your island
It reminds me of my honeymoon,
Except this
This
Is a guilty vacation
An endless sensation of sceneries that I knew not of,
Of oceans that run deep,
Of waterfalls that soak sheets,
And laughs that smile back at me,
It's like I never knew happiness
The curves of my mouth only match the wrinkles of my eyes
My soul has been discovered,
and my passions out of hibernation
All because of this guilty vacation
Still,
I am honored to be your expatriate
To learn life,
And love,
And truth,
And me.
To be encouraged to dream
Encouraged to laugh,
Encouraged to feel,
Encouraged to, make love.
Why can't I leave here?
Rhetorical are my inquiries,
Because honestly, I want to stay
And discover this island
To bask in this vacation,
To forget my first life,
and remember my true soul
To trek your terrain,
To find my passions in your eyes,
Peace in your warmth,
and pleasure in your frame,
I hope my flight is delayed,
I'm too comfortable here,
My paradise,
My second life,
Addicted to you,
My guilty vacation
I received a three-letter word
In a one word letter,
and it simply said
Why?
Do you slay me?
Constantly penetrate me with angelic words that glide off lips that
Pillows are envious of,
Roses covet, and velvet is appalled by
Why?
Do you fill my vulnerable ears with half truths,
And false hopes,
And erection, erecting vibrations
And lust encrusted melodies,
My eardrums ringing from the sound of your erotic whispers,
Why...do you...slay me?
I gave up all hopes of being your lover,
As I already had one of my own,
Well actually a soon-to-be mother of my own
And my home?
I let you invade like an angry storm, like a Southern storm
With hail-sized rain and winds that only match the speed of lightning,
and thunder that roars five times the sound of my moans
As you welcome me
You, seduce me
Included me in your auto erotic dances,
Asserting that it takes two, to tango
And I,
Willingly,
Privileged,
Entranced,
and dotingly escaped inside you
Victim to you,
My Femme Fatale
And my other, is getting suspicious
Passwords encrypted,
and jealous of my shirt collar because it doesn't bare her lipstick.
I've been evicted from my true Love's heart,
and I owe it all...to you.
Faded, nostalgic images as I take flight and land on your island
It reminds me of my honeymoon,
Except this
This
Is a guilty vacation
An endless sensation of sceneries that I knew not of,
Of oceans that run deep,
Of waterfalls that soak sheets,
And laughs that smile back at me,
It's like I never knew happiness
The curves of my mouth only match the wrinkles of my eyes
My soul has been discovered,
and my passions out of hibernation
All because of this guilty vacation
Still,
I am honored to be your expatriate
To learn life,
And love,
And truth,
And me.
To be encouraged to dream
Encouraged to laugh,
Encouraged to feel,
Encouraged to, make love.
Why can't I leave here?
Rhetorical are my inquiries,
Because honestly, I want to stay
And discover this island
To bask in this vacation,
To forget my first life,
and remember my true soul
To trek your terrain,
To find my passions in your eyes,
Peace in your warmth,
and pleasure in your frame,
I hope my flight is delayed,
I'm too comfortable here,
My paradise,
My second life,
Addicted to you,
My guilty vacation
He Came (My love letter to poetry)
He is my heartbeat.
A soft thump, that turned into a hard pound.
Informing me of his presence,
When he came
I knew that it meant something.
Something like a miracle,
Something I asked for
Right before mental clarity and after my life be covered in God's blood
When he came
A mythological hero,
His red cape saved me from my biggest mistake
When he came.
At that very moment,
I came alive.
And I took my first breath.
And you took your last,
What took me so long, happened so fast,
My throat can no longer swallow, and my heart cannot fathom...why
I was chosen
Why, we came together
Sharing words like forever,
And a love so strong that not even a hyphen can separate us
I am alive
And as I take my first breath,
I sit here praying, while you take your last
Your last single breath,
Because like that heartbeat,
That loud thump,
We are from the same breath.
When you chose me, and I said "yes"
We chose now,
and now begins forever,
and forever symbolizes eternity,
It's what I asked for,
How I live on,
Why I am here,
and with you,
Finalement,
Enfin,
Finally,
I can breathe again.
A soft thump, that turned into a hard pound.
Informing me of his presence,
When he came
I knew that it meant something.
Something like a miracle,
Something I asked for
Right before mental clarity and after my life be covered in God's blood
When he came
A mythological hero,
His red cape saved me from my biggest mistake
When he came.
At that very moment,
I came alive.
And I took my first breath.
And you took your last,
What took me so long, happened so fast,
My throat can no longer swallow, and my heart cannot fathom...why
I was chosen
Why, we came together
Sharing words like forever,
And a love so strong that not even a hyphen can separate us
I am alive
And as I take my first breath,
I sit here praying, while you take your last
Your last single breath,
Because like that heartbeat,
That loud thump,
We are from the same breath.
When you chose me, and I said "yes"
We chose now,
and now begins forever,
and forever symbolizes eternity,
It's what I asked for,
How I live on,
Why I am here,
and with you,
Finalement,
Enfin,
Finally,
I can breathe again.
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