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 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
A Wegner
I love you when you're sleeping
Even the way you rest your head
I love the words I want to hear
Though never hear them said

I love you when you're sleeping
I listen to your heartbeat
Feel you safe and warm
As you lay down beside me

The morning is a new day
For now, all is right
Which every night time comes again
Each time you close your eyes
<3
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
A Wegner
Slow
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
A Wegner
Dry lips
Soft sounds
Creaking house
Soft skin
I read your lips
Have you ever heard
Of a feeling quite like this?
Have you ever felt something so slow?
It felt so wrong
But now you feel so whole
And the darkness covers all
The sweetest sigh, the fastest fall,
When the dark is so safe and so warm
When the darkness feels like home
When the only light that's guiding you
Is breathing, feeling
Slow
I found it after she left
This feeling she awoken in me
A feeling I thought I severed through my own will
Primal in its nature
Fire re-ignited
To want contact again
Spinning in a vortex of sweat and sounds
A woman's essence apart of me
In a pleasurable connection
I want you
I desire your flesh
But only if your spirit comes with it
Being gentle is in my nature
But also a beast when my blood is excited
I want to drive you wild
But not insane
So tell me when to slow down and maintain
I must know your rhythm
Being in sync takes things to another level
Mind Body and Soul
I want it all
I've always been afraid of my own sexuality but she showed me in the time we knew each other that it's possible to be ****** without being as a mindless beast but also when to let go and just accept those primal instincts when your with someone you care about. I will be forever grateful to her....
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
Gabrielle
Sunday
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
Gabrielle
Your lips give me breath
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
But my prayers have become monotonous
And everything I write has been said before
Am I your ****?
Am I your little *****?
Too foolish to know what's good,
A glutton begging for more
Breaking bread in the bathtub
You lick the communion wine from my thighs
The morning light peeking in, a raging sadness within
I wipe the night from my eyes
Maybe you only call me baby in a bathrobe
And maybe I'm better off alone
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
Rebecca
Hell
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
Rebecca
Hell is real and it's filled with versions of you
where things went right,
but you're forced to watch them
and remember how everything went wrong for you
 Jan 2016 Mike Hack
DarkDepriment
Would you want to burn in hell for eternity just for temporary fame?
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