and now you tell a different truth in whimsy, sheets, and secret fire; i'm not meant to understand why oftentimes, in our desire, we cannot see or reason to or reason thorough, or at all -- for lies can be a different truth and therein lies my rise and fall
Tag: Sex
The Stars Fell Down Like Rain
The ceiling left, the stars fell down like rain,
We bathed in pleasure born of years
And different kinds of pain —
I felt your burning hot,
Your fire stoked;
The stars fell down like rain, and we
Were soaked
What is that we know when we’re set free?
The moments just before: a shadow dream
Of what’s to be —
I do not know a word for that desire:
For though we name so many things,
We do not name a fire
The roof blew off, the stars fell down like rain,
We bathed in pleasure born of fire
In a braided chain —
A license given,
Never then revoked —
The stars fell down like rain, and we
Were soaked
To share is human:
towel envy
he’s got a rather bad case of towel envy;
she thinks that maybe she might know the cure —
the operation’s quick, and almost painless,
so soon, she’ll lose the towel just to
be sure
To share is human:
that once (7)
it's not the act, it is the time you're trying to please each other: the touch, the gift, the time, the service, all rolled into one. it's all our energy in neither fight or flight, and every type of love at once, when it's done right
To share is human:
who is the villain
who is the villain when we find we've gained a thrill but lost our mind? who is enemy in this? is it the ruse, the lie, the kiss -- how do we know who we can trust when our own bodies lie to us?
To share is human:
taken aback
perhaps what is is meant to be perhaps this will go swimmingly perhaps direct's an okay blunt taken aback or taken affront
To share is human:
the conquistador
it's wrong he loves his wife he does he knows that this is craziness it's like somebody else is there inside his head and driving this and headed to that shape that scent that feeling blending conjuring all mixed with the illusion that it's him doing the conquering
To share is human:
the how in starting
he asked her if she'd go with him for what was a night of elegance with nothing inappropriate conveyed by either word or glance so they were there as colleagues zero shown or done or evidenced but oh the food and drink were good and much indulged and somehow sensed the car a sudden kiss and she no longer cared of right or wrong or anything except to feel among within this she belonged to his hotel to hours spent from what was maybe innocent to fire spread with such dispatch that all it took was just one match
To share is human:
Nothing Like She Was
AFTER the moment spent the arching back the long release she sees NOTHING but an empty void a reasonless and clamoring anxiety but this IS LIKE other addictions, in its heinousness and fated-ness oh that SHE WAS that other girl that happy girl she used to be
