she is a rendering in darker inks of lighthearted subjects
the eloquently illustrated surrealistic seduction of the heart
demure yet ravishing sexualization
the ideal of beauty offering itself up like a sacrifice
at the alter of some wanton hedonistic temple to gods of lust
she looks up at me from her practiced good girl gone naughty dream
and tells me that she wants me
wants it all to be perfect
like in the paris magazines
wants it all to be crafted in perfumed perfection
near to goddess as human can be
she is rendered in darker inks
but i am captivated by the lovely
entranced by the beautiful
enraptured by the perfection
as only darker inks can be

So soon to touch
It's never enough
You swim in my brain
Naked and alluring
Feel me
Want me
Enticing me with pain
Whispers of 'mine'
No need to be tame
I've changed my mind
Scream out my name
Give me all you got
Please don't hold back
Once in a lifetime
Please me
Touch me
I'm reaching my prime
You've reached my insides
Sheath yourself deeply
Inside my body
I'm so very ready
Take me
Arouse me
I want all of you
Every delicious inch
I'm never through
I can't get enough of you
Lick me
Bite me
Drink all of me
Like I wanna swallow
All of you
Don't you know
What they say is true
It's the nicest, sweetest girls
That in bed
Will rock your world
Pleasure me
Taste me
Tease me
Finish Me
*~please~

The driver
she wears mascara
the
last remnant of her humaness
she's always been a
little blessed
she's met her death
many times.

You can hear
her coming on
the winds
freight train sounds
through the Jeffrey Pines
this train isn't
Bound for Glory
this train's bound
for eternity
a one way
ticket with
no return.

Though I've always
rooted for reincarnation.

This train
stops for gamblers
midnight ramblers
**** addled ******
addicts caught between
nodding out and cleaning
the refrigerator with a tooth brush.
Even saints on board will stay.

The oblivion express
your going to hop
on board when your
ticket is punched,
the ticket taker
laughs and smiles
his last glimpse
of humaness.

She's the driver
he's the turnstile
they were once
an item
before they were delivered
to their
new careers
never to see each
other again
except through the
glass of her engine.

The fire is stoked
the express becomes
a local
stopping for each
and every
daily passenger
you can hear that
whistle blow.

You don't know where you're
headed
you just know
you gotta go.
Her mascara drips down
her face
you and she
the ticket taker
too
there is no escape
the oblivion express
just around the corner
and
on its way.

Hush!
You place your finger at my lips,
Mellifluous is the sound of admonition for quiet.
Blindfolded I know that you're watching, that
your eyes never leave my face,
your warm brown chocolate gaze grazes at my inner silence.
Gnawing mewling whimpers from my throat.
Your slow stroke upon my skin makes me breakout in goosebumps.
Shivering in anticipation of the next stroke,
the next movement in this concerto for two.
My pulse quickens as I feel a flush bloom on my face.
Wanton, springs to mind, and I want you.
Warm breath at my neck, fingers running down my spine.
I arc to receive all impulses that pound at my weary mind.
Just kiss me I scream inwardly.
Just taste me I beg silently.
Deprived of the sense of sight, I keen to each sound you make.
I hear my ragged breaths, I feel my body break into sweat,
lust is calling in the silence demanded by you.
Answer its call.

We're all just broken pieces
Falling apart
We need the other half that fits
Fixing our heart
All our jagged edge and flaws
Coming undone
Just needing our matching soul
Our perfect "one"
Love is simply two imperfect people
Joining together
Making something more than perfect
*That lasts forever