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Thomas King Mar 2019
Gone is your presence
But forgotten not is its place in my heart

Away from me you flew
Carried away by the storm
As its troubled winds whispered its lies
With its cool and moist breath

Promises of joy and ecstasy
As you spun wildly in its blissful chaos
Un-mindedly subverted
By its illusion of power and beauty

But eternal is my love
And forever shall I wait for your return
From the swirling torment
That has stolen you away

Resolved is my heart
And hopeful is my demeanor
That you will soon be reborn into my calm sky
As my patient arms await your intimate embrace
Thomas King Mar 2019
Candle light breaks
The lonely dark night
Silhouettes of lovers
Embrace one another tight
Loves uncontrollable force
They are unable to fight

Passionate kisses
They begin now to share
As a ribbon is pulled
From silken soft hair
Their hunger and lust
Fill the summer night air

Bodies intertwined
In throes of pleasure
Reaching a state of ecstasy
That is without any measure
Feeling weightless and free
Light as a feather

Heartbeats quicken
As inhibition erodes
Bodies shutter with bliss
As Intimacy explodes
Breathless and spent
As their universe implodes

Gentle caresses are shared
As they look in one another’s eyes
Not a single word is spoken
Just the sound of joyful sighs
Both lost in a world of splendor
As the candle light finally dies
Thomas King Mar 2019
As I looked in your eyes
I saw a tiny flicker
As if a small piece of your love for me
Died deep within you

A flicker so small
You barely gave it notice
But it blazed like the sun
As it seared my heart

I felt my soul shiver
As if your precious gift
Was pulled from body

A sickening wave of despair
Passes through me
As I realize your love for me
Will no longer be whole

My heart is left broken
And bleeding with regret
Unable to mend the wound
That has been inflicted.

Will time heal the damage?
Or will I have to suffer
A slow painful death
As the fire within you
Slowly dies out

Shall I continue to fan the flames
That I see still burning inside you?
Or does the fuel for my love
No longer have the capacity to sustain it?
I think I shall just close my eyes
And let fate run its course
Thomas King Mar 2019
My desires
Hunger for your physical form
My thirst
Craves your succulent soul

Wet lips
Dripping with moist pleasure
As I drink from your refreshing pool
Of liquid passion

My ravenous appetite is subdued
As I feast upon your nourishing essence

Your offerings infuse me
With the life sustaining sustenance
That allows my heart to flourish
And my love for you to grow
Thomas King Mar 2019
Those three little words
Were spoken softly into my ear
But as they entered my head
They sounded like a symphony

Every word, every syllable
Every letter a beautiful combination
Of intricate pleasing tones
Causing my heart
To beat to its rhythm

Melodic vibrations
Traveled throughout my body
As a crescendo of joyous emotions
Began to build within my being
Finally giving way
To a harmonious cantata

Those three little words
A symphonic poem
Meant only for my ears
An orchestration of perfection
That now plays
Only for me
Thomas King Mar 2019
I try to be strong
To hold onto my belief
That soon I will be free
From all of this grief

Solid and true
Is my resolve and my will
But that unknowing dark force
Continues to follow me still

I know it’s a manifestation
I’ve created and given life
As it cuts through my defenses
Like the sharp blade of a knife

It threatens to do harm
To all I have built
By delivering that blade
All the way to the hilt

But I know in my heart
My skin is too thick
And my nerves are aware
My reactions to quick

So cautiously I move
Aware of its presence and threat
Creating this darkness
I will always regret

In my mind I try forgetting
Try shutting it out
But I guess there is no escaping
My shadow of doubt
Thomas King Mar 2019
Blood stained eyes
Gaze upon innocents sleeping form,
Malevolent intent spoils the promise of blissful slumber.

Beauty immeasurable,
As naive eyes twitch with dreams of purity and grace.

Seething abhorrence guides twisted hands towards violent deeds.

Warm sweet breath exhales from un-kissed lips,
Wet with remembrance and anticipation
Of life’s wonders yet to be lived.

Horrifying screams from now waken eyes,
As an incestuous destruction of one’s self is committed
And the very soul of god is ripped from the now ruined vessel
Of what was once,
Innocent’s sleeping form.
For those who have lived the nightmare.
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